I slide two inches of dick into my mouth, then three inches, and then back off. Josh moans and I think his knees are about to buckle. I then get into ...a rhythm. In and out. In and out.After a minute or so, Josh grunts, pulls his dick out of my mouth and blows his load all over my face. I have also seen this a hundred times. I am a porn star (or just a skinny girl) with cum all over my face. My panties are sopping wet. I lick some cum off my lip. It is salty and sour, not good but not awful. Her jacket was pulled and her jeans tugged with no care and she was left in pink lace bra and g string. The men whooped as they saw her undergarments making remarks like slut and whore and nice d cups. Then a man grabbed her arm. And another rubbed her legs, and another squeezed her breast, and one man started to finger her. She went moist and the man grinned look at this slut he said shes already wet and valkyrie clenched her legs let me go! She pleaded dont do this! But it was to late, her. Damn it! I wasn't even 27 years old yet.There was also an air about Pippa that I couldn't quite make out. I knew she was now a Ph.D., and this would have changed her status at the charity, but it was something other than that.After 3 or 4 days at home with Pippa, with me still not able to do the business, I went up to Plaistow for the rest of the leave to see Miriam and my mother. This time when I knocked the door my mother opened it."You've made it back OK then," said my not very demonstrative. Thing slides out of the bag so I throw the plastic in the corner and stare at the thing left on the bed. It's a suit. A fur suit. But not like any I've ever seen. I can smell the slight scent of chemicals. Latex? Rubber? Hell if I know. Breasts. Distinct lack of penis. It's a female werewolf fursuit. Extremely realistic. I'm hard just staring at it. With shaking hands, I lay it out on the bed on its back. There's a zipper from the throat down to the lower stomach. A very small zipper. The suit.