**Pewter City Hotel**<br/><br/>Distracted by the pictures in his hands, Samuel's answer to Zeema was short, thought he agreed with the small pokemon.<br/><br/>"Soft beds are good." He admitted, truly enough for one who needed a comfortable place to sleep lest his old back protest in the morning.<br/><br/>Even so, his eyes remained on the photographs. The first one, a picture of a beautiful woman of oriental appearance, remained his focus for a time. Beside the woman was another young one. They both wore kimonos, their hair tied up beautifully. Samuel flipped to another picture. This one had what appeared to be a large white wolf, sleeping with his head in the lap of the younger of the two women. The girl was holding a finger to her lips, as if to shush the photographer, but the expression on her face suggested she might just burst out in laughter.<br/><br/>The next picture was of Samuel himself, younger though, perhaps roughly the same age as the older of the two women. He was half-hunched over with the huge white wolf behind him, massive paws hanging over his shoulders, large muzzle hanging beside his ear, looking as if the creature might playfully bite at him. Samuel himself seemed to be struggling between not falling over and trying to shoo the beast away.<br/><br/>The old man sighed, distraught.<br/><hr/><br/>***<br/><br/>The woman suddenly shivered, her eyes falling half closed almost instantly at the feeling of warm, strong fingers. Her hips twitched in automatic response, though she tried hard not to move at all. The heat radiated from her opening, while her body forced more slick, lubricating fluids forth at the stimulation.<br/><br/>Oh, so Gary was as cruel as she was. Such teasing could only lead to one thing, and Charity could already feel her abdominal muscles tightening in heated anticipation.<br/><br/>Slowly, she began sliding back and forth, both against her husband's fingers and his shaft, trying to get the satisfaction of feeling his fingers go deeper while her swollen femininity ground firmly against the terribly taunting manhood wedged so conveniently between her now rather damp thighs.