“Lucas is the name he chose after he escaped Africa. He was ... a slave, and was about to be transported when someone turned him.”“Fuck. So he�...s ... that is some old school dark ages shit.”“And he escaped a continent after being embraced, not before.” She turned on her stool and looked up at Jessy. “Whoever Lucas was, or is, he has been through some ancient hell. How c-could a Kindred survive a boat trip across the ocean hundreds of years ago? How could you...”“I guess that’s why he’s a member. ..... so she thought. She would get on her bike and cruise the neighborhood to get some fresh air and exercise. She wanted to tryout for cheerleader this year and she needed to get into shape. Sara was a petite 5'4 and only 110lbs soaking wet. Her long coal black hair tossled around her waist and her olive skin showed traces of her American Indian heritage. She was a beauty and she knew it. Sarah quickly got dressed into her hotpants and half shirt and glided down the street on her bike.Her now. I stay motionless for a minute. There are no other noises.I decide to take a chance. Reaching inside my coat pocket, I find my phone, and turn on its flashlight. I shine it into the kitchen, and then slowly around the livingroom. Then I direct it through the open door of your bedroom, aiming for the floor first. Just inside the bedroom door, at the end of your bed, there is a pair of shoes, lying where you have kicked them off as you went to bed.I shine the light slowly up towards the bed, half. This was raw and sexual.Again, I was overwhelmed and I moaned straight away. My body flushed and I could feel myself moisten. I lay back and she began mauling me. Her hands clawed at my small breasts, pinching and tweaking my nipples. I was desperate to taste hers but every time I tried to move there was no giving. She had me pinned.Her mouth moved south and she explored my neck, my collar bone, my breasts, my torso. I was on fire... Every touch of hers was heavenly. Emma knew how to treat a.