The reddening evening sun was flashing on her golden hair as it flowed out behind her like a flashing copper banner. I was famished and we set to prep...aring dinner.The others had been discussing Jenny's forthcoming operation and Jacky gave me a knowing look as we sat down to eat. Veronica finally trotted through the French windows looking flushed and thoroughly self-satisfied with herself. She stepped over her bench and sat to the table like any other lady, that is if you ignored her rump. I left the place and ran away to play games with my friends. That night, when I went to sleep, my SIL came to bed and asked if she can sleep with me (after I was cured of my illness she used to sleep separately), I said yes please, she was lying next to me and asked what was I doing at noon and why did I panic? I told her it was nothing, she pulled out the book from under the bed and asked if that was nothing, I was embarrassed. She put her hand on my head and told not to panic as it is common. In a restaurant. He’s got no fucking shame. She realises her eyes haven’t moved off the box- and that now her face is flushed, and the smallest beads of sweat are forming on her brow.‘Don’t you like it?’She can’t look at him.Cunt.She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all.‘Nobody’s watching. I promise. Don’t you like it?’She looks around. He’s right.People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the table tucked away in the corner. Couples continue their inane chitchat.. The wild beast tossed his noble head, the huge rack of his antlers jerking upwards. His black nose quivered, the black head of his cock flared out and the rest of his brawny white body rippled and trembled with sinew and muscle and arousal.The scent was human, the stag knew, but it carried none of the usual danger signs. The saline sweat was not that of a male hunter, nor was there any of the sharp tang of metal that meant a gun. Curious as well as aroused, the beast slowly advanced to the.