She unbuttoned my shirt. I was still kissing her. I was just left over with my pant and underwear. I said, “, my top is nude now, I want you bottom ...ude.” And immediately removed the note of her langa. It sliped down. She was nude by bottom, (She was not warring panty). I was nude by up. We were then lying in the bed. I was busily finger ****ing her in one hand and removing the buttons of her blouse on the other. I removed her blouse and bra with my mouth. I could listen and see her slow. They clung to her at both ends, panting, their fierce yellow eyes growing dull now. Katherine continued to squirm and writhe between them for another moment or two, working off the last sweet spasms of her joy and making sure that she had milked out every precious nugget of jism from the beasts. Her pussy pulled a last drop from the cock buried up her fuckhole and her lips sucked a final succulent blob from the other wolf's pisshole. Her tongue slid around, polishing his spent cockhead and her. They stared hard at Nena, taking in her beautiful face, her firm body, the impossibly thick, black hair cascading down her back.Their red faces and rapid breathing betrayed their eagerness, their eagerness to see what she looked like disrobed, completely naked. They were barely holding themselves back, like a pack of wolves waiting for the right moment to pounce. Mark observed John unconsciously rubbing himself through his jeans, his eyes bright.Mark turned back to Nena, "You don't have to. “How?”“Call it girls' intuition. We are keenly aware of these kinds of things. I could get all of your dark sexual secrets,” she said with a chortle as she abruptly removed her hand.I instantly reached for my penis and began running my hand up and down the shaft. I was masturbating in front of her."No Angel! No cloakie-cloakie yet! You have to leave that to me.” That was an expression that I had not heard before.“Cloakie-cloakie? What’s that?” I asked, knowing full well what she was referring.