All he needed was to make contact with his victim's eyes. Then, he could draw his prey to his side. He could then easily bend them to his physical wil... and bring his sharp and ready fangs into play.Most of the time, He did not bite deep enough to infect and convert his victim. He only sipped their blood to feed his immediate need. Sometimes, he found a favorite to whom he returned time and time again to savor their unique taste. These special donors he put under his protection and they were. I take it that means the wine is good?Lunch was quickly out to us. It wasn’t anything elaborate to me, but Alex seemed to think she was eating at a five-star restaurant. I don’t even know why. A whole game hen on wild rice and spinach, with a small salad, looked a little fancy for lunch, but mom makes these regularly enough that they are a part of our meal rotation. The cook told us that our vegetables came from the hydroponic gardens this morning while the game hen came from somewhere on the. “Have you got any cranberry juice? And orange juice? That’s a drink isn’t it, with Vodka?” She was teasing. So fast.“It’s called ‘On the Beach’ I think.” I can do ‘fast’ too.“Oh that’s right,” she leaned on the worktop, cocked a hip and snagged her full lower lip with a perfect white tooth, for two provocative seconds. “‘Sex on the Beach’, now I remember. Thanks.”I made the drinks and showed her through to the living room. I passed her a glass, with my fingers round the stem. Her little. She opened the fridge and got a beer out. She sat on one of the chairs and placed the beer on the table. She didn’t cross her legs or anything, she just sat there, with her legs spread open. I had a good frontal view right into her pubic area. I noticed that her pussy was completely shaved except for a small triangle patch of dark colored hair over it. Her pussy was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. I could hear Sam guzzling her beer ignorant of the fact that I was staring straight into.