French had brown nipples. It was like having a cobra hissing at you, staring at you to make you hypnotized. My cock was very hard and uncomfortable ...inside my pants and I think I must have been sweating.I heard her voice but the words didn't register. Finally she put her hand on the knee I had raised onto the couch to hide my erection and said, "Peter...do you think you know the combination now?" I looked up at her face then. Her smile was wonderful. I squeaked out that I wasn't sure,. At first……I didn’t want to…….but I did…..but I knew it must be wrong…………you don’t think less of me for enjoying it?” she asked uncertainly, still recalling the wonderful way their bodies had melded together, the forceful thrusts, the wonderful slice of pleasure consuming them both as they consummated. She had sex with the wolf out of love? He was touched at how deeply she loved him, but he could never think any less of her no matter what she did. If anything, he loved her that much more now.. Time flew by in a blur. The position of the moon was constant and there was no other way to mark the passing of hours. Charlotte could barely grasp the notion of time anymore. She had been pushed to the limit and over it, becoming totally subordinate to animal lust. She forgot who she was, where she was, what she was doing, everything except the single-minded pursuit of pleasure. Her body was throbbing and trembling all over, sweat drenching her skin, her hair a tangled mass. Her head was low. “We know this part, don't we,” I said tenderly, rubbing his chest. His cock was out yet again and dripping, thrusting, desperate to cum into any fuck hole at last. This time I just reached down and guided his cock forward. As soon as it touched the lips of my pussy he was off, like race horse galloping down the track foaming at the mouth, his cock dove all the way into me in one clean stroke and then ripped out, plunged in, slam slam slam his balls hitting me, his soft sheath cramming against.