’ she returned, sensing the war of emotions in his body language. Again, she smiled, giving him an unimpeded view of her deadly fangs. She knew that...even in the moon light, the sight was generally intimidating to small minded humans. ‘Do intend to follow me home human?’ she questioned. It took her a moment to calm the sudden frenzy that always came with producing her fangs. Though, she’d already fed, there was something about the man before her that incited a heated hunger that she’d never. The kitchen smelled of fresh brewed coffee, bacon and eggs, hash browns, milk gravy and of course homemade rolls warming in the oven.The food was all fantastic. It was food the way God or Mother Nature or whoever was in charge these days had intended it. It wasn't chock full of growth hormones, it hadn't been engineered to make something bigger or prettier or more sell-able plus our re-energized taste buds and olfactory glands hadn't been worn down by a constant barrage of chemicals in the food. "With salad. With French. And a little more coffee."She folded her menu. She gave it to the waiter. The waiter pivoted. "And what would you like sir."Brian answered that he would like to have what the woman ordered."Simpler." A flicker of a smile on Simone's face. The waiter went away.Brian gazed at Simone's jacket. He counted shiny darkness and counted shiny steel. This woman programmed ATM switches by day; she also went to dinner in studded leather. And her skin was like snow. Like a logo of. .." What about that little whore you were fucking?" I interrupted, "You'll fuck your best friend's spoiled slut, but not me? I need it more than she does. I haven't had cock in months!" I ran my lips up his shaft, and then I slowly stared to suck his massive dick."I'm sorry," he said. I could feel him getting bigger as I took more of him down my throat. "You take such good care of me, mom. Of course I'll give you whatever you want!"I pulled him out of my mouth and admired the most magnificent.