You can tell she enjoys feeling your sweaty briefs in her hands. Cherie gives your cock another kiss, than slips her hands inside your underwear. Her ...ingers run along your buttocks."Oh, you're ready to play?" Cherie says, as she feels your muscles tighten. "I'm ready to play, darling."Cherie pulls your briefs down to your knees. The smell of musk and semen hits your nose. You realize the odors must be much stronger for your wife. But she seems to enjoy it. With her hands on your hips, Cherie. .. I’m sorry.”There was an eternal pause, then Dora was clinging to her father and they were both crying as Zsófia, my parents and I ... and Emma ... watched.“Dada.” Emma was leaning forward and making my neck ache. I lifted her down. “Dada, why Mummy crying?”I squatted. “Sometimes when someone is very happy, they cry,” I told her.She trotted over to Dora and tugged on the skirt of the academic gown. “Mummy?”I caught up and handed Dora a handkerchief as she released her father. She mopped up,. Soon, it seemed that no one else could. If someone wanted to leave, and started to leave, they found themselves wondering back to the village after a short time.I nodded and thought about what I should do. The castle proper was still another two miles east, on a hill over looking the great inland sea, and everything for miles around.I sent out my senses, and felt that the source of the miasma was at the castle. I nodded as people began a litany of complaints. I finally held up my hand."I swear. .. merchants were only beginning to set up as the sun began to set. I nodded and greeted those I knew and when I reached a open café I sat at one table with my back to the wall, “tea Luther.”Luther and his family were fourth generation shifters and ran the shop. They served everything from tea to ... well ... blood or raw meat. He walked around a counter, “you are early Daniel. Not sleeping?”I smiled, “not much no.”He set a small china plate down and then a tea cup on it. His wife walked out of.