I also made candied sweet potatoes which I learned from my grandmother one Thanksgiving when my parents were in Europe.A growing boy needs his green v...egetables my mother used to say, so I added buttered green beans. Actually she used to say growing girl, and it might have been the cook instead of my mother, but you get the idea.I told him I would clean up and that he should retire to the living room to smoke a cigar."I don't smoke," he said."It's just a concept. You don't actually need to. I had heard stories of lobos before ... of wolf men and she-wolves. I sensed it on some level before ... and that was part of the allure with you. But I didn’t know what I sensed, you know. Just that you were not ... normal. And then when I saw you with this lovely blonde, witnessed you turning into wolves ... Madre de Dios! Even through the blurry eyes. Even when I heard the door kicking in ... damn ... it was awesome, yet frightening!” Rosa related her past and her perspective.“Well, now that. As I turned my back on him to unlock my door he lifted my dress and pushed a firm finger into my arse, massaging heavily, my clit throbbed with a feeling that can only be described as jealousy, and before thinking about it my own manicured index finger was rubbing circularly, so fast it felt like a blur, my knees buckled under the heat of the orgasm to come, and with a final twist of the key I came thick and fast, covering his arm, aswel as my own, with cum.I felt almost relieved as we stepped. A few minutes later, kissing again, Mark unbuttoned Brian’s shirt and pushed it off him. Now it was Mark’s turn to explore Brian’s chest and stomach. So nicely tanned and formed. Brian has a small triangle of greying hair on his chest. Not that long or heavy, just a soft brushing of almost fuzz where Mark was longing to lay his head.At six foot two, Brian weighs about seventeen stones. He was well built and carried his weight well. Working out a couple of days a week, Brian had been bench.