Aahh… Indian Porn Calling all the way from Ireland. I was taken to a hospital, and the wolf’s corpse was appropriated by Animal control. Soon my mind was driven by one purpose, one need. My body had fully healed (apart from the odd sore hear or there) and I was back to my normal schedule. I walked past the door, then gave it a quick kick with my hind leg and slammed the door shut. I hooked my fangs around her shorts waistline and ripped the cloth away with little effort. I couldn’t resist anymore, I nuzzled my face into my mother hips and began to lick away at the panties covering her sex. I reared myself up and looked upon her with satisfaction, I had won. A rage, a beastly feeling I had never felt before. That was the one thing I would never forgive my father for, his treatment of mom.
