She caught me redhanded staring at her cleavage but I didn’t care this time knowing my time was here. She asked me, “Mind sharing a coffee upstair...?” with a wink. I asked her, “What about your husband?”. She retorted back, “Do you really think I’d ask if he was here??”That was it. I had to act fast before she turned around as she was already angry at me now. I pulled her face into the window by holding her neck and sucked her lips for a good two minutes. That was it, the game was on. The bitch. Perhaps clothing for the next day is picked out and prepared, or what you're going to have for breakfast is reflected on. Maybe you think about what it is likely you'll have to face when you get to work.In other words, you make plans.And so, as Jennifer crawled into bed with the man who, only a week earlier, had been "Uncle Bob," a man she knew well and liked a lot, her natural bent was to ... make plans.In one sense the desire to make these plans was even stronger, by virtue of the fact that. "That was the last kind of reaction Aiden expected to come from her. Yes,she looked even more interested now, but there was absolutely no fear inthose eyes. Instead, coupled with the already present interest, a kindof envy seemed to enter into them. "Yeah," she said, trying to act asthough this lack of feared response was expected. "It's not magical oranything, I got tested for that later. Apparently it's a strictlymutagenic shifter mutation that lets me change into a wolf." Like a normal wolf. I noticed that they were only about half-way up the track and if I was very quick I could just about manage it..., maybe. The more I thought about it, the more my heart just started pounding and pounding. It was risky, but I just couldn't resist it. When would I ever get the chance to drink such a beautiful, twenty-one year old girl's urine again?I dived onto the ground, down on my knees and starting lapping, greedily, at this young lady's amber-nectar. It was still warm and it tasted.