I decided that I would never again be the one to try and get something started, but if Betsy did I would go along with it.Fortunately Betsy didn't try... to start something that night. Probably too tired from her busy afternoon. If she would have wanted sex I couldn't have been sure that I wouldn't have wrapped my hands around her neck and tried that asphyxiation thing I'd heard about. Problem there is I might not have slacked off the pressure at the end.Thursday all I found of interest on the. I smelled the carnations as we made our way to thekitchen. "You look so domestic with your apron on Rose" I bet you're a greatcook" she said. "If you can get through to desert, I think you'll live" Isaid to her jokingly. There was some time before I needed to slice the roast so I removed my apron and asked Julie if she'd like a glass of wine or something else, a coke, or juice maybe? "Oh yes thanks" she said, "I love wine,especially red but it doesn't always agree with me. I usually have to. Although when she drinks she tends to show off her 40D breasts. This always turned me on though I would never admit it.It was the halloween party for a local swinger club and we got invited to go. We thought what the hell but we never dreamed anything would happen.As the night went on the drinks flowed freely and we were not feeling any pain by the time last call was made. Not wanting the party to end a group of us 4 couples and 1 single male got a hotel room.When we got to the room it took. But she was healing. The werewolves put her to shame for how quick they healed, but then, maybe they wouldn’t heal so quickly if someone had nearly cleaved off their limbs and stabbed a few dozen swords through their thorax. Closing the holes the enormous claws had created in her lungs, her chest and flesh, was a slow, agonizing process, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep back the whimpers.“F-F-Fuck ... you...”Avery laughed, and motioned to one of the men beside her. “Take her..