He lunged at me, figuring I was the alpha male. Hell, I thought the same thing but I was wrong. From a dead run he leapt at my throat but in mid-air P...ing jumped straight up and spun like a top, crashing her heavy boot into the snout of the flying wolf. He still hit me hard and I tumbled backwards trying to get a firm hold on his neck but it wasn't necessary as the wolf was knocked out cold. We hit the ground and I scrambled to get out from under the wolf before he woke up. "Holy shit," I. I put my hand back on her naked thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Keep driving.” We carried along the coast road and Jen could see we were approaching a built up area. There was a pedestrian crossing ahead and as we approached, someone pressed the button. Jen slowed down and stopped, I gripped her naked thigh as she sat there, only a few feet from a middle-aged man as he crossed the road to the pub. “Oh Jesus,” whispered Jen. “I am so fucking HOT.” I raked my fingernails along her inner thigh as. “Let’s clear the coffee table, it’s sturdy enough for that.” The drinks and poker utensils were quickly stowed away on the sideboard, then Anne sent me to fetch one of the thick cushions that lined the side of my bed while she went over to the kitchenette and pulled something out of a drawer. My crawling reminded me painfully of the paper clips still attached to my labia, and with the cushion in one hand on my way back, I accidentally squeezed my legs together a few times, sending sharp stings. Kyle Saunders started giggling. Sir was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look up. He just told Kyle to stop giggling. But Kyle couldn’t stop. He carried on giggling some more and was joined by another boy. Sir stood up. “Stop that at once! Do you hear?” One of the boys said, “Yes, sweetie!” More laughter. Sir was fuming. He was bright red. He slammed his fist down on to the desk. Silence. Then Kyle started giggling again. Sir stared at him. “If it’s that funny then maybe you can stand up.