Toh kabhi unki gahari nabhi mein ungliyo se kuredte sahalate shararate karta. Ab main unke blouse ki button kholke boobs ko kacha kacha dabate pichese...masalate unke badan ko chipakakar chedne laga.Woh chapati banane ke liye aata gun rahi thi so bar bar mujhe shararti aawaz mein thoda gussse se dat rahi thi. Main unke neck ko chumate unke nipple ko meri ungliyo ke beech mein leke masalate bichne laga. Woh kasamasate huye mujhe datate khadi thi.Uske hatho mein aata laga hone ke karan woh kuch kar. I don't think she expected to be called on her statement so quickly. My father didn't look happy at all.Irene said, "I don't think I will stay either. Jim, please help me pack. Karen, Brad, we will be in touch." Irene and Jim walked out of the den closing the door behind them.It was quiet but not comfortable. My mother looked at me. "Brad, this is your fault. You have encouraged your sisters and now have introduced them to the low life relatives from who I have kept you separated."Karen stood.. .I hope you don't mind me callingyou mom, I know you and dad aren't married yet." No not at all, as long as I can refer to you as my daughter." I would like nothing more." I then gave her a hug and wiped a tearfrom my eye."None of that Sandra, you'll ruin your makeup," she said teasing. "Nowlet's go see if our boys need help with picking out a tux," she saidwhich made me laugh.We made our way to the Men's Warehouse and met up with Dad and Brian whowere just finishing looking at. “Change, Bree. I’ve caught you. It’s over.” Bree, reluctantly, began shifting. Her feline body changed to her human form. Once she was finished, her throat was still caught in the panther’s throat. He changed then, putting a paw on her chest that elongated into fingers as he growled through his change. Soon, he was man-shaped, his long fingers securing her throat. Bree panted, partly from the flight, and partly from the flush of warmth that emanated from her lower belly. She tried to tamp.