“Well, everyone told us they can never detect us at all, but ... what if they’re wrong?” said George. “Hey, Susan!” This is your father! Can...you hear me?”Susan did not react. They could feel her nimble fingers gradually increasing her sexual arousal.“Susan! It’s grandma!” shouted Sarah.“It’s your mother, Susan. I love you, Susan!” yelled Molly.Susan’s arousal built gradually.“I love you, honey,” said the living John. “I really do.”Susan’s arousal surged a bit.“What would you like most now?” he. Your eyes widen and you try again to get out, but to no avail. I pull my shirt off and lean over you. Your eyes suddenly confused. Yes, Im a woman, I say as you stare at my chest, and this is going to be the best fuck youve ever had. I pull a knife from my back pocket and flick it out. I admire its blade as you squirm underneath me. I smile at my reflection and move it over your long, golden hair. I bring the blade down the side of your cheek and watch as it catches here and there but never. I often envied their grace and athleticism. I sometimes imagined myself at some event, tossing my date in the air in the middle of the dance floor while everyone present looked on in wonder. Hopefully, I would be able to catch her on the way down.Those occasional thoughts of wowing the audience on the dance floor at some relatives wedding were never enough to get me to take dance lessons. My watching competitive ballroom dancing on the television and imagining myself and a date in the spotlight. To become animals, we came on our fours.Prom was ahead of me and due to being on her fours her buttocks were completely opened and her ass was erotically visible. We were roaming here and there enjoying the feeling of being animals. There is a wild animal inside each one of us but we don’t let it come out.I don’t understand why we suppress it at least until it harms anyone. We don’t believe in doing so and always find new ways to fulfill out a fantasy because it’s not the actual intercourse.