’ He waved and gave her a cheeky smile. He thought he saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes, but when she said nothing, he thought he imagined it. ...‘Umm.. I found you in an alley. You have been unconscious for hours.’ With that fear crossed her face again. When she tried to speak, her voice hitched. He caught on immediately. ‘Oh how stupid of me. You must be dying of thirst.’ He scrambled around, eventually leaving the room. In any other situation, she would have burst out laughing, but she. A small line of golden furran from his nose to his forehead and a few white whiskers shifted whenhe grinned. Unlike his girlfriend, he loved the attention.The woman walked through the bar and a few men strained to see the swellof her breasts in the fur-lined cleavage she showed. She was barefootand seemed to posses an unnatural grace in her movements. Everyonewatched her and her boyfriend smirked at them all.Slowly, very slowly, conversations started again."Do you think his cock has spikes?". The picture window is framed with a deep green cornice and drapes. She tries to watch the man via his reflection, but there are ghost figures behind him. When she focuses on them they become two teenagers who must belong to people inside, embracing just outside on the sidewalk. Their foreheads and noses touch as they talk, then they kiss deeply and open-mouthed, pasturing on each other.Her mind flicks instantly to the political campaign, how Al and Tipper Gore had kissed at the Democratic. "Mmmnnn, can we wait a bit? I just need to finish.. the table...." Matt felt his own body begin to convince himself, the eager hands of the wolf making him felt needed, he eventually fell to the hunger from within. "Fuck it, there's no resisting you" so he turned and matched lips with the beast. They sat with tongues clashing and fighting over one another as Matt slid his hands down the waist of the creature, allowing Jack's pulsing cock to be freed from its cloth prison.Gripping hand jerked it.