* * *Selene had been feeding on deer for the next two days. But she found it much easier to catch a deer than to catch it alive and drink fresh blood....But it was even harder for her to curb her appetite and drink just enough to keep her victim alive. Only deer number eleven was lucky enough to donate blood and then run away. Selene just hunted so often now that she was not forced to kill from hunger. She only wanted to kill when it was really necessary.Only now on the third day did she find. I need to bewith woman as a woman, not a freak. And if I need to go tothe restroom in a public place it is with a sister or agirlfriend. I need to be with a man as his woman and knowthat he is or will be the father of my babies.I feel that hurt and anger. It is because I was born withthat genetic defect that said I should be playing with gunsand trucks instead of dolls and jewelry. Part of me neededto rebel and wear that dress but part of me said not tohurt anyone else so be what I appear to be. “It's dripping down my thighs.” I breathed heavy on his neck.His body tensed as he suppressed a shiver, and his hand instantly slid down to my skirt.“Sit on your hands,” he whispered. He threw the words sideways, but I was sure the other groups couldn't hear us anyhow.I slid my hands under my ass raising my wet pussy toward his hand, and he drove under my skirt.“Oh, that's good.” He patted the outside of my lacy panties, tapping my lips with his fingers. He could feel how wet they were through. I moaned again, I swear I saw him getting even bigger and harder. I started moving the vibrator in and out of myself while his cock throbbed wildly in his hand. I wanted to repay him for his kind gift, so I crawled over to him, rabbit still buried deep, buzzing inside me vibrating, as I put his large cock into my mouth. He grunted loudly. I began sucking, swirling the head with my tongue. I held him steady with my right hand, while adjusting the speed using my left on the vibrator. I was.