I had ... basically two fathers. When we arrived in America, we somehow got lost in a crowd, got on the wrong train ... and before we knew it, we were...north of Manhattan, Vermont of all places.“We got separated ... and some fools were about to rape me, but ... someone ... rescued me ... It was Damon. In wolf form. The rapists didn’t stand a chance. They were torn to shreds. Of course, I was bitten, and when we ran into Papa again, I bit him. It was just ... instinct. The next thing that I knew,. It was rigidly hard and bobbing back forth as it stood hard between his legs. He let out soft moans as Ryan's cock disappeared into Ann’s pussy.Ryan had gotten balls deep into Ann and was starting to work his cock in and out at a nice pace. She was moaning loudly each time he pounded back into her pussy. Will could see her working her clit with one hand as she pinched her nipples with her other.It wasn’t until her orgasm hit her that she cried out with a loud, long moan. Her ass lifted off the. There was a small storage room next to Sara's "working" room and with careful diligence I was able to bore out a small hole in the dividing wall. This meant that I could watch the wonderful creature that had become the sole object of my desires without fear of detection. It also meant that I would be able to jerk off to my hearts content without anyone seeing me.That night I crept into the storage room and climbed up on an old oil drum to put my eye against my peephole. My cock was already at. ’ ‘Uhhhh..ahhh…’ Marti let slip as I noticed her finger moving much more rapidly over her clit, her back arching and her breasts heaving slightly. The sight of this made my heart jump and I slowly pushed my pants and panties down to my knees. My pussy was throbbing from my talking as well as what I was seeing in front of me. My fingers found my bulging lips and quickly parted them for greater access. ‘Jess, keep talking while you finger yourself.’ Marti commanded. ‘I can feel his tongue working.