"You can't possibly do this," Becky raged at me. She had obviously exhausted that argument with her mother. "I ... I don't even know you," she splutte...ed. I kept up a cold front, "You'll get to know me from across my knee, young lady," I said severely. "You'll learn you can't mess around with me." Becky was every inch the arrogant teenager. She had discarded the pink jumper to reveal a white T-shirt with some silly slogan across her quite ample breasts. Two inches of bare midriff separated it. Nor often in the following four weeks. Naked together, touching, they slept together...made love morning, noon and night...~~~~~~They planned their future! They all knew they'd found what they needed, found what they wanted. Why look for something you already have? Something never to be replicated with anyone else. They were hopelessly in love.Two days later, with the three of them naked and wearing wild flowers in their hair, Christine, standing ankle deep in the warm ocean, held a bible in. I started humping her just as fast as I could; shoving my whole dick into her and pulling her waist back, trying to bury myself deep inside her. Pleasant as it was, it just didn’t do it for me, although I think she might have orgasmed, but I couldn’t tell. I don’t know if it was because she was so loose or what, but I got as hard as I could and managed a partial cum shot. It wasn’t at all satisfying and I jumped down, still with a raging hard-on and as frustrated as all hell.Bless her, she. I would quickly lure my meal from the street corner down to an empty alleyway where I would then feed upon his blood and dispense of him in the usual ways. I found that this way of hunting was so much quicker that I had much more time, but James often didn't come home until it was the very earliest hours of the morning. Much of the time he would barely notice me and when asked how his night was, the only answer I would get would be a grunt or 'fine'.After about a week of my new hunting.