My eyesight and weight issues are far down on my list; morphing cuts those out; once I’m a wolf, owl, or bird-of-prey, I’m lean and sharp-visioned.... My problem is hormonal. You see, when you morph, part of your brain becomes the animal’s instincts, which can be fairly overwhelming. But you also retain your own independent thoughts, and my thoughts are not as innocent as I’ve led my companions to think. I’ve kept my adult drive covered; my desires hidden by quips and a ready wit, as well as. “You fellas ready?” she said.Wade opened the passenger door for Whitaker, who slid in, while Taylor hopped in the back of the car, looking at the other two through the mesh screen used to separate officers from suspects.“So, what was your friend saying about you having been in Washington and transferring down here to follow some guy?” Taylor asked, unable to hold in his curiosity any more.“Now’s not the time,” Whitaker said, giving a side glance at Wade.“Don’t mind me,” He said, smiling, “I. ..I freeze but I still barely give my cock a stroking motion. She appears around the corner and walks into the kitchen. Her shirt not long enough to cover her panties, a cute little cheek hangs out on one side as they bobble against each other. The view is enough to send me into an orgasm, trying my hardest not to make a sound. I reach the point of no return as my cock begins flooding her panties with thick, healthy ropes of cum. Every bit of me focused on the release and forgetting her. Parking as faraway from the building as possible, she looked at the wooded area next to the parking lot. Hearing people in the park just on the other side of the trees, she smiled softly. They were already there having fun, fun what the hell was that!Children laughed, parents yelled out cautions. Parents, a parent something she had never been would never have the pleasure of being. The curse of her existence she could not bare children.“But we can adopt! Steve, do you want to adopt? Or we could.