They still had desires, wants of their own choosing, not at my own demand or direction, though I could of course throw in a few of those here and ther... along the way. But for now, knowing Susan needed the feel of my cock in her hand, and then eventually her mouth (again her own choice) as Carol, now vampire…feeding between the woman’s legs almost hungrily brought her to the brink over and over again…without allowing her to do so. Ok…so that one WAS my idea. But it served its purpose, driving. Pauline had sold Herman’s house – the memories it evoked, she said, were sometimes painful, so she was glad to make a new start – and by adding my savings and a mortgage to the pot, we had been able to buy the property. It was well-suited to our needs – remote with no immediate neighbours, plenty of space for the children to play in, and enough room to cope with the expected expansion of our family.The most significant event, as far as I was concerned was the decision we took that Pauline and I. That's what friends are for.Give Stuart a call. Please." ...Okay," I mumble, grabbing my phone from my dressing gown anddialling my mentor's number."Hi Ian!" Stuart says, answering the phone after the second ring."You're up early today, is everything okay? ...Ian?" I- I'm in trouble," I mumble, trying my hardest not to cry again."What's happened?" Stuart asks."It- it's my- my dad," I stammer. "He- ugh. He's suing me." Suing you!?" Stuart asks. "What the hell for?" Ugh, I dunno," I moan.. ‘How did it go?’ ‘Brilliant thanks darling. I won the job. Here, this is a small appreciation.’ ‘Oh congratulations, I’m so pleased for you. Oh god, this is French perfume, so hugely expensive.’ ‘Jane, stop it. You are practically groveling. You are being kind and appreciative but you’ve got it all wrong. Now say this after me. ‘Oh god, this is French perfume. This will become my favorite perfume. It’s so sweet of you.’ Jane said that and asked with a frown what was the difference? ‘What you.