What was going on?When Andy asked that very question over lunch I nearly bit his head off."I don't have a clue," I hissed after I'd finished questioni...g his parentage. "If I did then I'd do something about it, but I don't." Do you want me to find out what's going on?" he asked.I looked at him like he'd grown two heads, "When did you get the inside track?"He looked bashful, "I don't," he admitted, "but I've got a better chance of finding out what's going on than you do, don't I?"I couldn't fault. She never let up, cumming a second and third time. I could feel the pressure in my balls building. I told her I was getting close.“No, don’t cum yet! I want to come again!”We heard dad start to make his way back towards their bed room. I was relived that I could relax a little and moan with out having to worry about getting caught.“Good, he’s back in bed, now cum with me.” she told me.She started to fuck me, working her hips in all directions. Front and back first, then left and right and. Her swollen nipples ached and throbbed, her cunt getting wetter and ever more sensitive as her lover’s practiced and controlled rhythm gradually and inexorably drew her closer to a second orgasm. As her excitement grew he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts, driving his cock home to the root, the tight, weighty sac of his balls thudding into her cleft as their flesh slapped together. Her gasps became cries, growing in shrillness and intensity until she shrieked out her pleasure as she. That makes it more likely that the beast never existed."It existed then," Leonora insisted. "Just as it exists now." Are you trying to argue the improbability of the existence of some mythical creature you managed to turn into?" Neeka asked me. "Do you not see the irony here? Everything you turn into is by definition a mythical creature because they are all products of your own imagination." And I'm more improbable than any of them? Yeah, I get it. Believe me, the absurdity of my situation has.