cleaned up, and then we can have our fun" "you've got it" Matt began to walk away, but couldn't escape the playful slap on his ass from his partner, allowing a laugh to escape both of their lips. So it was then that hours of labor flew by, rinsing and moving items about the house and making the place feel lived in. Sweat drew from Matt's head as he continued to run a wet cloth over the table's top. He felt the pelted hands of the wolf run around him, a familiar lust drawing