I shoved his boat away from the shore without either of us speaking and he left. Andrea had headed to the camp and I followed behind her. I asked who ...was your friend? She said that was Doug ,he and his friends are great skiers and they took me skiing. She had that glow she gets after sex so I asked is that all they took you? She grinned and said what are you hinting at? I tossed my empty in the trash as I pulled another cold one out I asked if she had been bad. Bad she questioned? No not bad. "Blue night in a blue city girl I’ve been known to accept pity...blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost painfully. Even though this creature was a humanoid form of a wolf with impressive abs it was like a lover that Carla never met as it hung over her, grinding it's meat against her, it's cock head pointed into her face. She stared down it it into the slit. As she was massaging it she wondered what werewolf spunk would taste like. Only a couple of minutes have passed and she quickly transformed from a frightened young teen to a perverted nympho willing to try something dirty but erotic. In that moment the. Her breasts pushed firmly against her pale blue blouse. The buttons looked strained as her breasts were obviously quite full and wholesome. She stroked her long hair back behind her ears, where she wore golden hooped earrings, of an ancient design.She leaned back and studied me like one of her Classics books. “It’s pleasant to meet you,” she said by way of reply. I cannot lie, my thoughts began to percolate. I was already thinking of her as a prospective lover.“Likewise.” We shook hands.Always.