"Fuck you!" I said. "Fuck you, you drunk!" Then I thought, why not?"Yeah, mom," I started moving in on her, "Fuck you. You wanna fuckme like we did ...efore?" I could see she remembered, "No, shtay awayfrom me, John" she said as she backed away. But I leaped at her, andslapped her, making her fall to her knees.I grabbed a handful of her hair and made her look at me. "You knowwhat I did tonight? I screwed Cindy!" I started to undo my pants,"But first she gave me a blow job. Can you suck my . I realised why when next I felt something soft and wet on my face. One of them had got onto the table and straddled my face. The pussy on my lips was wet and smelled musky and fresh at the same time. I couldn’t feel any pussy hair as it was lowered onto my face and a voice said: “I want you to fuck the pussy with your tongue” I wasn’t about to argue for obvious reasons and stuck my tongue up into the soft, we folds. Working my tongue like a piston into the depths above me, I. She felt nervous deep in her stomach and she could sense her face flushing. She breathed deeply and begged time to fly. Finally, she was at his door. She knocked twice and finally heard footsteps approaching. He opened the door. He wore black satin pants and a white linen shirt, open almost to his waist. She had never seen him dressed like this before. She stared for a moment, and then he took her hands and led her inside. He had chilled wine ready. They sat and talked for a long time. It. ”“What are you sluts doing?” growled Damien.“Getting snacks,” Mary grinned. “Doesn't Vickie look like a tasty cherry treat?”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Damien D'Angelo breathed in deeply, letting Vickie's scent fill his preternatural nose. He could smell the sweet blood pumping just beneath her veins. Her heart thudded rapidly, her eyes were dilated, her arousal perfumed the air. She had an exotic quality, her light-chocolate skin was alluring.His fangs sprouted. He fought the urge to feast on.