Her nether muscles squeezed their cocks, milking them, draining them, as she came and came, granny again and again.Just keep going now until I can't outdoor take it anymore, and spank me too.She said making my face turn red Hardcore while I smiled like a little school girl.How?Yes, Madison said.He grabbed Rhonda by the hair and thrust her face down against her daughter’s breasts.She noticed he was growing a large cock.I can see you’re pretty wired up about it already.Claudia was naked in a flash, pulling down on my pants.Cindy continued to fondle his cock. Instead, I pretended to awake with them a short time later, wondering how long I would have to keep up this deception. The second night granny was worse, only better.IV QuestionsFour nights ago… In our camp outside Fort Amol, my craving undeniable, I fidgeted the early night away, nervously rising from my bedroll in the tent to pace and dawdle outside by the campfire, and back again. Vilja, Lydia, and I had cleared the stronghold of its evil conjurors earlier that day, and I had only to await my companions going to sleep before I could scavenge the remains. I was partly sickened, Hardcore partly seething with anticipation; I squirmed in my bedroll, unable to assuage the yearning. Although I felt it most acutely in my innards, my female parts were inflamed as well, my nipples swollen and over-sensitive, sex moist and tender even though I knew it had little to do with sex. Furthermore, despite my keen awareness of my two comrades, I would acquire no solace from either (or even both) that way. In any case, I was almost certain that Lydia was not inclined toward other females, and as for Vilja, I was unsure; I suspected she would be receptive, eventually, but I had yet to build adequate trust between us to broach the subject. I was assisting her as she sought the whereabouts of a stolen, purportedly magical, flute, as well as something to do with investigating the mysterious contents of a magic bottle that I had helped her recover but a few days ago, a short time after meeting her. I decided the time was right to slip outside and, nude, make my way carefully in the dark away from the tethered horses and into the night. I willed the shapechange and in heartbeats, I was a beast. The rest I do not care to remember, other than it was still not enow; the bodies were cold, unfulfilling. Thus, I returned, my savagery unmitigated – perchance even worsened out of frustration –managing again (or so I thought) to remain undetected as I slid, shaking with cold and outdoor fury, back inside my bedroll. Where do you go at night? Vilja asked me as she distributed bread, ale, and goat cheese later that morning.