I was just trying to finish my drink so I could leave, just one more sip I thought. He kept giving me this look over and over making me feel uncomfort...ble. I really shouldn't have said yes to coming inside. Or even offering him a ride I thought. Just then he got up and came and sat next to me.. just staring at me with a smirk on his face. His hand then was placed on my lap and it made its way to my crotch as it found my cock through my jeans. "I see the way you look at me sometimes.... I can. I was lying on the rug. Post orgasmic euphoria. Carlotta finally released my withering prick from her mouth and leanedover and kissed me on the mouth. Then her mouth opened and she pushed aload of my cum into my own mouth. I just swallowed it. Because that'swhat she wanted. And I wanted to make her happy.Then she was standing up over me and pivoted to the kitchen."You taste delicious tommy. What a nice appetitzer." I still couldn't believe it had just happened. But god did I. Maybe, just maybe, he would leave. As always, moments after he’d slithered inside, the tableau was broken. He took first one step, then another, and another, until he had shuffled his way to her bed. The nightlight only served to intensify his demonic presence. Illuminating one side of him, he seemed only that much more brutishly evil. His fingers rose smoothly to his shirt, gently undoing one button at a time with clockwork precision. Each loosened, mother-of-pearl button was a clock tick. ” She ignored me, so I took another bite of cake and let out another loud groan of happiness. “Neija, seriously, you really need to eat this. It is so good, you won’t believe it.”“I don’t want to.”“Just a taste and I’ll shut up.”She groaned, grabbed the other fork, and took a bite. That was all it took. Her eyes became wide, her tail stood erect, and her ears perked up. She became frantic, digging in like there was a prize at the bottom.“Whoa, slow down a bit, you’re getting way too worked up.”.