“Aaaahhhhhh….Aaaaahhhhhhhhh” was all coming from her mouth. Then I took my hand lower inside her pants. I went inside her panty and touch her p...ssy. She was completely wet. It's making my dick hard. I have to get inside her. So I started to take off her pants. She was only in her panty now. I sat down and took her panty also out. Now she is there in front of me. Completely naked. I was soaking the view of her body in my mind. It was surreal. She was trying to hide her pussy with one hand but. ”“How do you know that?” he asked. He always asked, even though he knew what her answer was going to be.“It’s a mom thing. Do I ask how you talk to the wolves?”“Not anymore,” he admitted, thinking of the thousand and one times she’d asked when she first met him. “By the way, I thought that Axe, Hunter, and Dodi would be good names for the pups. Axe for ‘Sharptooth’, Hunter for the ‘Hungry’ one, and Dodi for the ‘Drowsy’ little girl.”“That’s nice,” Meredith said slipping a long-sleeved T over. No, it wasn't the girls' locker room; I'd seen that in fifth grade!In the last year of graduate school I made a pilgrimage to my boyhood town. I figured that it might be the last time I would ever have chance to revisit it. That assessment was sound, for I never have had such opportunity since. On the trip I even manage to connect with my old best friend from the neighborhood – but that's another story. This is about the Community Building and my run of the place; I went where I pleased, if not. I knew something was wrong immediately. The tears in her eyes I saw when she came into my arms were uncharacteristic. She was shaking.I didn't have to ask. I knew it had to be something to do with Ollie. I held her. Neither of us spoke.We must have stood in the middle of the kitchen for five minutes, Laura shaking and me trying to console her.She stepped back, her face serene but awash with stains and strain. Her eye fastened to mine as she came back to me. She balked when I tried to steer her.