Angelo Castello." You're one of them!" I shouted. "You want to hurt me!" Miss Flemming, this boy saved your life."My mind was in overload. It felt lik... someone was trying to stuff three pounds into a two pound bag. My heart was beating fast and the woman once again picked up my hand by the wrist and looked at the clock. Who is she? She knows my name. Yes, I'm Miss Flemming. Mrs. Wilson doesn't exist anymore."My god!" the woman exclaimed. "Your pulse is ... Angelo, you better leave." Yes, he's. Subconsciously, she slipped her hand in her shorts and began rubbing her excited clitoris as her erotic thoughts betrayed her. Her nipples stiffening with each passing second.Back in the kitchen, Curly lay slumbering in his favorite corner. His own dreams included how good those human females felt on his cock. Of how eager they were to savor his cock in their mouths. But most especially about the next time he would have a chance at mounting his newfound bitches.Megan soon felt compelled to. Looking at me she smiled seeing the fear in my eyes as I"Mmmgh'd" into my gag in panic and tried to shake my head to say no.In the next moment I heard the distant voice of Tom, Jen's new beaucalling for her to hurry up, no doubt as he waited by his car.Sarah my landlady without pausing any further then opened the netcurtain and fully flung open the window whilst calling down to my 'ex'!"You almost done Jen?"Thank fully her body was blocking any view of me, or at least I hopedit was. But I was. After a while in our new home my Sister and i was informed that an old Aunt was coming to stay for a while and we would have to share the double bedroom for a while, we were devastated but of course there was nothing we could do about it.My bed was moved in and we settled down though it was not ideal.After a while at night i used to get the urge to play with myself which was difficult with my younger sister in the room.One night i got that funny feeling and my willy was stiff, i remember.