I rake my fingers through her long dyed red hair as I lean forward to kiss her, out tongue dancing inside each others mouths in a kiss that seems to l...st forever.Breaking the kiss she leans down and I once again feel her hot breath on my neck, her biting hard into it. I feel her fangs push deep into my shoulder, and I stiffen in the painful pleasure of her milking the blood from my neck.With one last lick she starts to kiss down my body, her skin now as hot as coals. Kneeling between my legs. "Yes, she was wonderful. I fell in love with her, was ready to leave your father, but she, wisely, told me to take the time necessary to make the right decision. She told me to decide whose bed I wished to sleep in for the rest of my life." And you chose Dad." I almost didn't, but he and I sat down and we both talked it through. He gave up the bank teller and I gave up Danielle." But that's my point. You had slept with them both. You had some basis to decide." The decision was based upon a lot. . I could hear the guys start to move away from the door and Larry zipping up his jeans scurrying for the door. My face covered with Larry's and Steven's cum I looked round for something to wipe my face with and heard Mr. Prentice call out '....HEY, WHAT YOU BOYS DOING DOWN THERE...' from the sound of his voice he was at the very far end of the hall on the other side of the middle stairway. I decided to get up and flee with Steven and Larry's sperm still caked on my face and hope I run into no. “Well, it’s over now.” I shrugged offering support. I gave her a hug. I didn’t realize I had reached around her until I squeezed her against me. This was not like us. She squeezed my guts back.“Don’t be a--” She cut herself off.“Oh! Cute!” And we both froze to hear our mother. Zoë had the thought “What if mom has her phone!” first and broke the hug before photographic evidence existed.“Morning mom,” I grumbled.“Dad’s making breakfast,” She told me, “Go help him. Zoë, do you want to talk?”“I.