This caused my bottom cheeks to spread, showing her things only my mother had seen."Oh!" she exclaimed, stepping back and causing me to fall to the ha...rd ground on my bottom."Ouch!" I cried, rolling to the side to sooth my hurt seat.She was behind me instantly, rubbing my arse in a too familiar way."What did you do that for?" I accused her."You're hurt." Of course I am," I said. "You would be too, if you dropped from a tree." No," she said. "Your stab wound."I must have turned four shades of. My jumpsuit is muddy, heavy and wet. I look at the orangegarment. I realize that it is the last remnant that reminds me that I wasa human. Like I said in my head earlier. It smells like me. The old me. Ifelt sad. My former life is gone. Now replaced by whatever I am now. Idon't think I cant go back to that anymore, being human. It was anexhilarating rush swimming the river like that. The new me. But thenagain, what good was my old life anyways? I was a criminal and a drugaddict who got caught. It was just beginning to get light. The sound of motorcycles … and a red … devil? Could that be it? He eased the car to a stop and closed his eyes, willing his alcohol-fuddled memory to work. An abrupt honk of a car horn behind him started him out of his reverie. That was it, two biker types on the corner smoking cigarettes, red fiery devils on their jackets. They had been outside the bar last night when he left. He recalled standing on the sidewalk, swaying, before he stumbled around the. Emboldened I rubbed them harder and squeezed them. I took the nipples between the fingers and pinched them. She moaned a bit. I was getting hornier by the minute. I knew I needed the warmth of my wife's pussy to satisfy myself. I played with her tits till she her moans became more frequent. Soon I could see the patch of stain forming on her panties... My wife was getting wet in her sleep!!! I moved my hand all over hand face, neck, tits, and midriff and circled down to the panties. By.