Why do you do it?’ He used his chin to point to the knife. She looked at it then back up at him. ‘Hold knives?’ She asked. ‘Kill,’ he correc...ed. ‘You kill our kind for sport, do you not? The way other humans hunt dear or bear, you and your friends just pick a night for it and go.’ The huntress’s confused face turned to anger. ‘We don’t do it for sport. We do it keep you fuckers under control. So th—’ ‘So you are self-employed vampiric population control.’ She thought for a second, turning her. His thin, dried lips locked with mine and his eager began penetrating and lurking in my mouth. His hand immediately began squeezing my born cheek and furtively burying his finger in my crack. I could easily feel a couple of his finger already teasing and persistently pressing on my already quivering hole. I anxiously inserted one of my hand through his jeans waist and into his underwear and began massaging his hardening cock. It didn’t seem huge, but if felt very hairy. It sure was fun to see. It went well and after a visit to their place, a lovely modern place with beautiful vista to the hills, they came to us for an afternoon by the pool before a Tapas evening meal.I had mentioned that my ladies and I like to sunbathe naked, but said we would wear swimsuits if they were not comfortable getting an all over tan. Turned out that was their thing too.My ladies were therefore suitably undressed and already sunbathing when Sonia and Gary arrived. After the usual hellos neither was slow in. This was way above my usual level of competition even at my peak but when I thought about it, I had nothing to lose. These events were mainly team events with the top five out of a team of seven having their scores counted. If I didn't run then our team would just enter six runners. Only a little reluctantly I agreed.The day of the run dawned to glorious sunshine, not the ideal weather for distance running, but ideal for the spectators. The company bus took both the men's and women's teams the.