And yeah, it was pretty scary, but he still managed it.”Manage was a strong word. The kid wrecked everyone, a god damn slaughter, and he’d loved e...ery second of it. There weren’t any words for how fucking sick and twisted it was. No point in telling Sam that.“I suppose he ... did beat the werewolves with it, and is still fine. No one died, either.”“Exactly. Don’t worry about your son. Kid’s smart, too damn smart.”Sighing, Samantha nodded again, fiddling with her fingers. “It’s hard for any mom. You pull out your finger, and suck on it. Intrigued by the flavor created by the combination of the marshmallow and my delicous nectar, you dive in for more. As your hot eager tongue probes and licks my sugar-coated mound, I squirm and moan. I lick my hands then wipe them on the grass to remove the stickiness from them, I reach down and run my fingers through you hair..As I do so, my juices are made to flow even faster from my pussy, you grunt with pleasure as you taste it mixed with the mallow. I was bi-sexual since my teens, Denis was too, and as we were to learn, Rodrigo, as well. Before anything had truly begun, before we were out of our clothing, I knew I was going to be perfectly done by two lovely men. Before I was s*******n, I had learned that bi-sexual men were the most attentive and passionate lovers. I had done this before, but it had been a few years since I had shared the man I loved with another man. Denis was getting out of his clothes, and the soft penis I had so. I didn’t want to do that, but I did it. You owe me,’ I replied. ‘Well, I remember it very clearly. Emily and I still talk about it all the time. You weren’t home for some reason. I remember being upset that you missed my birthday. Mom and Dad had taken me out for dinner and a movie to celebrate and Emily went with us. Emily spent the night. After we had gone to bed, I heard some noises. I got out of bed and went to look. The noises came from mom and dad’s room. Their door was partially open..