We had a blanket spread out for the dog, so the upholstery would be fine; not that I really cared anyways. I drove home with white knuckles, ...eeling like everything was rushing past me too fast. Cars, signs, people were gone before I could react, although I kept the speedometer to 25 the whole way. I turned on the radio, jazz, to distract myself, and it sounded beautiful – as beautiful as Jessica, still naked and covered with my cum in the back seat. Even the commercials sounded. She felt that she was melting, she felt like she would burn out, burn up and cease to exist.But still he continued to stroke and caress, and kiss and taste her."Enough!" she finally gasped. "Please ... enough ... please,"James could see the yellow speckles in her eyes, and they glowed and dimmed.She was trying desperately to keep her identity, to not lose herself to the wolf's instincts, but as he ran his hand down her arm, a strip of red fur boiled to the surface.Iris whimpered. "Please," she. A stiffness growing under my towel. As you lift the panties up over your thighs and over your buttocks, I notice that the back of the panties are open with just some lace material crisscrossing across your ass.As you twirl around, you clearly notice the large lump forming under the towel that I’m still wearing but you choose to ignore it and reach down into the cardboard bag once again. This time you pull out another emerald coloured garment which is a little larger than the last one. You bunch. She looks at her mom, drawing a worried expression. ‘Will daddy go to hell?’ ‘Of course not,’ Jill says, emphatically. ‘Your dad is a good man, and good people go to heaven.’ She winks at me. ‘So you can just tell your friend Penelope she’s wrong.’ I can’t say I’m a firm believer in heaven or hell. Still, it’s nice getting my wife’s stamp of approval in front of our kids. If she’s right, then my soul’s trip into heaven is secured. Crystal smiles, looks relieved. ‘On the other hand,’ Jill.