His dad ran his hands across his body. They roamed from his chest, stopping a bit to run his thumb across his nipples, down to his stomach, then lower... hovering just above his now half hard cock. Then his father skipped over it, running down his thighs. Clara’s dad crouched down, his face level with his son’s crotch as he soaped up his son’s calves and the feet. He got up suddenly. “Turn around,” he ordered. Nick turned with his back to his father, who grabbed more soap. He ran his hands over. Jack took care of the gate and grounds, to make sure we were protected. I asked him to make the jet available to bring any of Mr. Bell's family to Branson, who lived away, though there didn't seem to be any.Sandra arrived and took possession of Millie, caring for her like a beloved sister. Meghan arrived, and we put her to work handling the phones and emails, getting out a press release from the team, and keeping our businesses from intruding on our family.Mr. J., Mason, Wayne, and a host of. …just that he was a presence I had to maneuver around and share a bathroom with. Now that we were older and he was living at home again, competing for bathroom time seemed to be a bigger challenge than I remembered.One evening Scott was taking a shower and I needed to get into the bathroom for something….I can’t even remember what. But, I decided to slip quietly into the bathroom and get what I needed, then slip out again without Scott knowing. Slipping in was easy, because we never locked our. But I am always careful about my feeding, not to take too much and to avoid bad blood, like that from a drug addict. It doesn't sustain me like the pure blood of an innocent.When it comes to sex I don't have to worry about disease. I can't get sick and for that matter no one can get sick from me, or pregnant. Since I can wipe their memory my only risk is leaving too much evidence, leaving them too sore or too full of my dead seed that they question what might have happened. If they remember.