He made out the grey and silver shapes of trees, the subtle brush-strokes of moonlight providing the only detail on a black canvas. Mark Oakman had ch...ecked the crime-scene log. It confirmed that everyone who had entered had also left. He was alone. Alone in the presence of the dead. It was impossible to forget that. Mark had not seen a corpse until two months ago when, during the first days of police training, he had visited a mortuary. An elderly man with unidentifiable yellow stains on his. When we meet up we usually drink in the terrace and after a point the wives will go to cook or to serve or to check on the dresses or whatever, our conversation after a while about movies or books will start sounding very flirtatious, I sensed there was some kind of romance in them,I thought since I am a bi I am feeling that way, anyways during those conversations we would have moved too close to each other before the wives comeback such was the intensity of those romantic arguments, I. Her head reminded him of the worgh, with sharp spines lining every contour. A ‘mane’ of more horns flared at the base of her skull, leading to a row of them dotting her spine. Her wings were folded, and every joint, including her legs was defined by a jutting tapered spike. Her scales were deep red, with shiny platinum and gold filigree accenting every spike, spine or horn. The metal decorating her body gleamed in the dim flame-colored glow.He studied the situation from the top of a steep, but. As she started to squirm even more, I began to pull and tug on them softly, allowing them to pop loose and kind of bounce free every few minutes. I alternated the plucking and pulling with flicking my fingers against the sides of each nipple rapidly but lightly. The feelings that coursed through her body was exquisite and unbeliveable, but the ache in her cunt had become an intense craving, and as the muscles inside tightened and squeezed involuntarily, the churning sensation made her squirm..