You sleep through the next day; the last dream was the most bizarre. You finally got a good look at the beast. It stood almost eight feet tall, with a...thick pelt of fur covering its massive musculature. A lush tail swished behind crooked legs, and wicked claws extended from its curving fingers. The head was lupine, with a full wolf's muzzle, salivating and packed with predatory fangs, and conical ears. Its eyes were purest amber. A thick mane hangs down to its ass, halfway in texture between. From that day on I loved wearing them although I still wore bikini type panties from time to time. Both mum and Paul used to say how good I looked and I loved the feeling of the back being tight up my crack.I would often sit on the sofa watching TV with mum on one side and Paul on the other eating snacks, the closeness made me feel safe. Mum or Paul would often ask me to pop to the kitchen for something and I later realized that they were looking at my arse with my thong tight up my crack, for. Were still doing? And did she just say that it felt good?"Did you just say it was good? Mom? Is that what you said?" I ... yeesh ... yes, that's what I said," Molly sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't say something like that. I ... I just ... it's terrible, Tim." What, Mom? What are you saying?" In my dream ... what I thought was my dream ... I felt young again. I WAS young again. I was still me, but I had it all back ... my youth, my energy, my passion. I had desire and I someone desired me. It. When everyone else laughed at that idea, she retreated, but herreputation remained, and so she usually was alone.But now that loneliness seemed to help her, as she focused on the newkid, wondering.The first time she noticed something odd about the new kid had been threemonths ago, when one day, out of the blue, she looked at the new kid, andstared crying.A sense of grief, of sadness so great she simply couldn't contain itoverwhelmed her, and all she could do was cry.This feeling stayed with her.