You sigh with relief and ecstasy as they seem to rub them and massage them. A mouth kisses the lobe of your ear before trailing kisses down the side o... your neck. The mouth stops where your neck meets the shoulder and you feel the grazing of sharp teeth there. In one quick and savage motion they bury themselves into your flesh finding the vein but there is no pain. The blood itself does not seem to flow that much but you are not paying attention to that. You focus is on each and every nerve in. He saw my confused expression and stopped."Oh.You were serious.Okay.I used them because yours don't seem ordinary to me, chicka." He said relaxing his head against the wall."Huh?" I said with a confused expression."Your eyes.I don't think that dark almost black purple is...'normal'." He said getting up.I crossed my arms over my chest.He opened the garage door and walked over to his bike. "I'm going for a ride." He said as he climbed on.I nodded and moved out of his way.I walked into the house. I was so weak, I could only look up at her with a dumb slutty look, and my tongue hanging out a little bit to the side."What the fuck is this?" Was all his wife could say, but he didn't stop fucking me as she stood there in angered disbelief."Sorry honey, I was going to tell you, but I knew you'd get upset..." He grunted out, greedily still fucking me in front of his wife. "Am I not good enough?" She said, dropping her purse to the floor."It's just different is all, I mean look at this fat. Guns are not toys and when you have one in your hand, you are responsible for it. Even if you know it isn't loaded."I had been sweeping the gun up. He showed me to pull, point, and then bring it up. Done correctly, it was all one motion."I also want you to keep your off hand tight to the center of your chest. This way you don't accidentally blow your hand off."He demonstrated. On the draw, his left hand came to his chest as he pulled the gun from his holster. The gun was pointed down range and.