The movement tickled slightly with a faint and strange pressure, but the action was swift and smooth, like a switchblade. Another conscious act and th...y retracted just as easily."Huh..." I heard myself make a questioning noise. 'I wonder how I am going to keep from biting myself.'I extended my canines once again for a closer inspection in the mirror, from different angles. Touching them with a finger showed me how solid and sharp they were.A noise from the side breaks my concentration. Looking. I would get her to tell it to me over and over, getting a little more detail each time. I also used to fantasise with her about being in a big room, often a poolroom where all the guys she had ever fucked had been reassembled. She would be playing pool in a short mini skirt, wearing, as usual, her stockings, suspenders and G-string. The view when she bent over to take a shot was irresistible. I would try and imagine all the guys taking turns at her while I would try and get her to remember each. My hands curl around your thighs, pulling you close against my mouth, and I lick you fast and deep, again and again. You squeeze your eyes shut until you see stars, you speak my name and believe that you see the word in neon against the night. I am licking you hard, my fingers reaching down to your ass and digging into your flesh for purchase, my lips tight against yours. Your hips begin to move as you fuck back against me. You are breathing faster, deeper, harder. Muscles begin to clench. Everyone in the town would happily do whatever we asked of them, but they didn't see us as their lords and masters. We simply were special people who they trusted and cared for, not going out of their way for us unless we asked or they saw the need.The children loved us, the teens saw us as their idols or heart throbs, the young single women lusted for us, and the rest just adored us from afar.Joey asked me not to mess with the girls around our age until he got to know them, and while I had.