Our first date went well. I was very encouraged by our hot make-out session. Darshelle was my first African-American girl, and her plump purple lips w...re much more than a new experience. They were a wild, ecstatic turn-on. On our second date, she allowed me to fondle her ample bronze breasts. We were making out furiously on our third date. I seemed to making serious progress. I was stroking the inside of her massive thigh when she said, "Baby kiss me down there." Well, she didn't need to twist. .. mal..." Bailey whispered.My eyes went wide. Not at the agreement, which was coming in clearlythrough our mental link, but at the word. It was likely the first suchutterance Bailey had ever made. Her very first word. And from what Icould sense, the wary look in her eyes was her trying to gauge myreaction."That's right," I confirmed, giving Bailey a gentle squeeze ofencouragement. I smiled too, though I was careful not to show my teeth. Icould only imagine that she'd interpret it as a wolf. When she gave him the other side of her neck, he let her drive and found his lips just above her collarbone. Kissing and nibbling only earned him a snarl and a sore nose. ‘Right there, baby…Scott…not your tongue, use your FUCKING TEETH!…harder…yessss baby, put your brand on me and let everyone know I’m yours.’ Stacy shocked even herself, not enough to get him to stop though. She had never wanted something like that, even remotely, and felt the heat spread through her when she figured out that. I silently waved the aide away when she came in with his breakfast. Iknew that sleep was more important at this point than being awakened forsome dreadful hospital food. I sat there drifting in and out ofconsciousness as Sam continued to sleep. Finally, around one o'clock heawoke with a start. Pretty much the same way that I had hours earlier. "Joan, what are we doing here?" he asked seriously. Without missing abeat I gently explained all that had happened the night before. Hereacted as though.