Stewart Panderwayste." I was rudely interrupted in this pretty thought."Jesus, for a college cunt, you sure are stupid." What? Watch your mouth, I'm n...ot some truck-stop trash like you run around on my sister with. What are you talking about?" Your panties. They need to go on outside the garter. How can they be pulled off like that?" Fine, why don't you just take them off me completely then, you oaf?" Oh, no. We need to put them on first so that they can come off later, believe me. Part of the. "And the next." Another kiss. "And the next, for as long as we can make this last." I wish that could be forever," he said almost sadly.I was surprised at the resigned tone. "Well sweetie, we can make it last forever," and I smiled as I softly stroked his cheek.He struggled then to sit up, and when he finished he pulled me onto his lap. His movements though were hesitant, almost as if he were afraid of what my reaction would be. For my part, I just went along and cuddled into his broad, strong. Billy felt both excited and nervous. He loved the taste of Dakota's sweet, shaven pussy, but the thought of getting caught by his stepmom or even his stepsister, who, by this point, must be wondering why her friend was taking so long to come back, terrified him. If Nicole found him like this, between Dakota's silky thighs, she'd inevitably blow her top, thus informing her mother of his perverted voyeurism."Don't stop, Billy. I'm so close to cumming," Dakota said, grinding her crotch against his. ”“It looked like she was fighting when I entered.” I glanced at the rakshasa’s dark-brown face, a hungry glint in her eyes and curling her lips. She was dangerous, a tigress shapeshifter who feasted on sentient flesh. Tamed, for now.It was an act, the next ploy in her bid to own me. Her hand stroked down my stomach to my groin, fingernails stroking slightly, just enough pressure to remind me she had claws. She could transform and try to rip my guts open.Maybe she would succeed.“Does she know.