He learned they werecalled spaghetti straps. Just crazy.Other guys felt uncomfortable around him, but more than a few women lovedcalling out. "Hey, ...ister!" or "Hey, girlfriend!" They asked him if hewere pledging the Tri-Deltas. He tried to ignore the questions, and mostof time he succeeded, but some girls, students he didn't even know,wouldn't let him get away without answering their questions."You aren't a pledge?" No, I'm not."She'd grin. "Then what are you, a sister?" No, I am just. “You said she was pregnant?”“Yeah,” Jake admitted. “Doc Frank checked her out this morning. She's okay. And she’s legit. By that I mean she has vampire blood in her, and it’s not Lisa’s or her mom’s. She's staying with me and… Annalisa – for a day or two, anyway.”“You still have a hard time saying her name,” Tanya noticed, placing her hand on Jake’s arm.“Yeah, well,” Jake said. “I… just…” He sighed, then sat down. “I feel like I’m really letting Lisa’s mom… Béla. There. I feel like I’m. Out of curiosity, about forty-five minutes into ‘our’ conversation I asked Denise if she was wearing the chain I gave her. The look of awkwardness she gave told me everything I needed to know. I had had enough. Livid, but hiding my ire, I poured myself about five fingers of scotch, clipped a cigar, and went out on the porch to lick my wounded pride. Which is the only thing I was going to lick that night. An hour later, still pissed and significantly drunk, I went back into the house. Denise had. His thrusting picks up intensity, little guttural moans come out of his throat, his eyesroll back in his head and, as the first spurt of cum enters my mouth, almost without even a consciousthought he pulls back all at once, his cock pops out of my mouth, his right hand jerks from my headdown to his cock, and he aims it right at me as his cock explodes all over my face. A jet of spermsoars over my face, landing in my hair, trailing down my forehead, across my left eye, down to mylips. Another.