The young woman pushed up her glasses and nuzzled at Abigail's stomach, licking on the side Damien hadn't covered.“Fuck,” Damien growled. His dick...thrust hard before him. He moved behind his thrall, seizing Vickie's chocolate hips. He slammed his cock into her asshole.“Master,” Vickie moaned in delight. She nuzzled into Abigail's neck as she bucked her hips. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass.”Mother's and daughter's tongues attacking Abigail's pussy drove the vampiress over the edge. Her body heaved.. “Okay! I'll be there.” This was the first time she'd actually invited you into her home and you couldn't wait.***You were nervous the next day. You knew you had to make a good impression on Claire's kids. You kept kicking yourself for not asking more questions about them. Their interests, their background, anything. All you really knew is that they were fraternal twins and they were nineteen years old. That's it. God, you knew nothing about today's youth. What music did they like? What shows. The bathroom was what you'd expect. It reeked of stale sweat, piss, disinfectant, and something worse. Two hookers were already there, arguing loudly with each other over territory. They looked ready to fight each other. Sizing them up, Mel ignored them. They were both dull, with no hidden agendas or desires. Their only desires were who they'd be sucking off next, or spreading their legs for, and whether they'd earn enough for their next fix. Mel knew they were trying to size her up as she. Over the decades since, I've gone over our strange relationship in my mind thousands of times, trying to figure out just what was really going on. If I'd become a psychiatrist, maybe I'd have a chance at coming to a retroactive diagnosis for what this really was, and a possible solution. But I wasn't a shrink and those days were far in the past and never to be relived.In the present, I was happily married, a family man, and had to admit a indulging in a small guilty pleasure that Ruth was not.