She went to turn on the gas fireplace in her room and when she made her way towards me and pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Our tongu...es met again in a passionate embrace, just like the rest of our bodies. Her hands went up my shirt and then down my pants. There she found a very hard cock throbbing. My hands were on her ass and soon my fingers found their way to her dripping wet pussy.“Oh God, Bret! Finger me please!” she begged. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I thrust. I took a step over him as the other man spun while pulling a pistol. He was bringing it up when it went off and I was half spun to the right.There was a burning tearing pain through my right shoulder as I growled and my left hand snapped out with the claws extended. I caught the forearm and twisted as I snapped a kick into his groin. He screamed as my claws ripped his arm open and the gun flew aside. He went straight down and I turned as knelt.My right hand clamped around the back of his neck. He dropped her off at school every day and was there to pick her up once her classes were over. Her clothes were all chosen by him and were very conservative. Not a bit of her generous cleavage or milky white thighs were exposed to the view of others. He became suspicious of her friends to the extent that he even found reasons to keep her from going shopping with them, unless there was a trusted adult to be a chaperon. Of course, the idea of going to a dance, or, God forbid, go on a date with a. Meanwhile running my indexfinger to my chin, neck over the top my breasts. Nothing obvious, but very meaningfull for someone who was paying attention. Your turn to get the drinks. I could read the signs, so I made my way up to the bar. You where stalling, saw me getting closer and I saw in the look you gave to the table with your friend, that you were a bit worried about what's next. Not knowing what I was up to. We were standing at the bar at the same time. I made sure I was standing next to.