My friends who are around my age tell me about how their c***dren rarely ever call or visit them once they're out on their own." Yeah, well, I'm sure ...heir k**s don't have a mother that looks like you," I replied honestly."That's very sweet of you to say. Can I ask you a personal question?" Sure."She took a deep breath, "I get the feeling that this is more than just about personality. Are you...have you ever been...attracted to me? How did it start?" Is this really necessary?" To me it is," she. "Don... don't let them get to me. I... I beg you."But James ignored her pleas and concentrated his attention to the circling beasts.Then suddenly the lead Wolf leaped up and brought the man down."NO-O-O! GET OFF!" James cried out in panic. "GET OFF ME! NO- O-O-O-O-O-O!"One after another the other Wolves jumped in as they ferociously attacked the man, tearing at his clothes, his skin. James could feel every bite as he struggled to get free of the attacking animals and escape."OH GOD! NO-O-O-O!". Two. Peter began with the photos at the gargoyle, cropping and clipping so he had the best of the best. Twice he alt-tabbed over to the more adult sets. His scratches itched as they healed.The self-satisfied smirk on his face battled his uncertainty. What did this mean? What did Cat want? It couldn't be love, they had left their masks on. Could it be love? He never felt for Cat what he felt for Gwen. He never felt for Cat what he continued to feel for Liz. The Black Cat was the most beautiful. I had secured the nude Ingrid on the middle shelf so she was positioned in a suspended crawl. Her buttocks protruded on one end and her head on the other. I had tied her hands and arms so she could slowly propel the cart by using her fingers. Her thighs were spread wide and bound. Her positioned pussy was shaved, gaping and inviting to be filled.My "worldly" friend's were stunned at this provocative display. I informed them that Ingrid had volunteered to satisfy all our "base carnal lusts" for.