The instructions were a little strange, though. We were all told to be at the Matucket Municipal Airport at ten in the morning on July 13, which was u...usual. The Matucket airport was about one step above a grass strip and was mostly used by private planes and the occasional corporate jet. When I quizzed them about that, Fong smiled and said, “We’re going to fly you all there in a C-20.”“What’s a C-20?”“It’s a Gulfstream G-IV, a business jet. The Air Force has a number of them for VIP travel.. .. a werewolf ... Wow! Thank you for that! I won’t forget your gift to me. Ever.”“Well, it’s not all moonlight and orgies, there are some ... growing pains and trade-offs, but on balance, yes, being a demon wolf, which is what we prefer to be called, it’s ... the best life of all. Talk about apex predators? That’s us, babe. It really is! We’re the top of the food chain. We are, not those full-blooded simians called humans.“No more veggie life for anyone who’s turned, if they ever lived it.. She looks at his nice muscular chest. She lets her eyes linger. "Hey," Ron says casually. "Hi," Amber responds with a hint of excitement. She then pulls her towel off from around her waist and lays it on the wooden seating. Ron can't help but to look at Amber. His eyes move all over her amazing body, pausing on her bikini bottom and how it hugs her perfect hips. Amber bites her lip softly and seductively as she watches Ron check her out. A moment later Ron looks up and sees Amber watching him.. My face was barely inches away, and I could smell his scent. My nostrils flared and my body responded to my son’s own aphrodisiac.“Let Mommy take care of everything,” I purred.I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock, running my tip along the angry veins pushing up against his shaft. He whimpered, a keening noise so sweet, it went straight to my cunt.My tongue was assaulted with the salty sweet taste of his precum, peppered with a day’s sweat. I lapped it all up, eager to clean his gorgeous.