She had no idea why she wasn’t as slim as other Pix and Genteli women were and cursed her wide hips and a big arse. In her human male form, she was ...ven stockier up top but at least her arse was smaller.She had not realised that a bulge had formed in Collin’s pants when his mind strayed to what he would like to do with those very hips that she was bemoaning. Watching the play of her arse cheeks in the tight pants as she walked in front of him, had him so mesmerised that if she walked off a. A teenager. I was kissing a teenager. My son, in fact. I slammed my head backwards, and stumbled off his lap to my feet.I was crying, again. I looked down at him. He looked crestfallen, or something, like he was disappointed. I knew he was. I knew he wanted more, I felt it.“I’m sorry, Rob...” I mumbled, tears in my voice. “I’m sorry, honey...” I staggered out the door and to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I was sorry. I didn’t know what I was sorry for, for what we did, what I allowed, or. I knew in abstract that I didn't look good. I could see it in their eyes, but I didn't want to see the difference that misery made. I knew I was thinner, my jeans hung off my hips, and my muscles had lost their roundness. I was a sculpture made of wire and sticks. I felt empty.At night Nuka kept me company, whether I was home or not. I couldn't stand to be alone in my own bedroom. Mum had given up that fight pretty quickly after Babaanne had put her foot down. So Nuka followed me everywhere I. I do drink alcohol,beer,wine but no d**gs.when I'm drinking I get so fucking horny.But there have been times when I would wake up and dont know where I am.And other times I would wake up and find some guy inside trying to get his last nut.HELL its all good to me.So I woke up out of a drunkEN STUPOR in a dark room and found the this guy pounding my pussy,he was very deep inside me.and stretching my pussy.He was hitting the bottom with every stroke and I was loving this fucking.I was searching.