The tingles subsided slightly, and Clayton quickly jumped when he heard the familiar voice behind him say, “Clayton?” Clayton turned back startled... and mortified to see Li, standing and looking at a presenting beaver with wide, and was it curious eyes? Clayton didn’t want to find out; he quickly went to grab a blanket before finding a firm paw pressing onto his back, pressing him into the wall. “I never asked you to stop did I?” the black wolf asked, a grin crossing his muzzle. “But… but Li…”. A tangy combination of sweat, piss and what may have been a little bit of cum filled my nostrils. This is what his crotch must smell like, I thought. I took another deep sniff before I pulled off my shirt and shorts and sat down on the bathroom floor in my own briefs. My cock was rock hard and starting to leak. I pulled it out of my briefs and started gently stroking it while I inhaled more and more of Mr Hanson’s delicious scent. I was lost in the world of his crotch. I moved from one pair of. I glad you don’t have any close neighbors, when we get home they would call 911, thinking someone was murdered.’ She looked around and started laughing. ‘Look, honey’ she said, pointing at the windshield. They were completely fogged over, and it felt like ninety degrees inside. ‘Want me to crack a window? Her smile was flirty yet seductive. ‘No, I want you to help me get your shorts down. My turn to play with the toys.’ His eyes widened before the grin split his face. He was average size, she. It’d been several days since he heard the young musician’s confession, but his words still echoed in the young priest’s mind. This fantasy fulfillment agency called It’s Just Sex! sounded like just what he needed. He dropped a quarter into the pay phone and punched the number he’d memorized. The voice answering was crisp, male, and ultra professional. ‘Thank you for calling It’s Just Sex! How may I direct your call?’ ‘I would like to arrange a—liaison.’ ‘Certainly, sir. Are you familiar with.