Chris entered the house and headed to the bedroom, he could see the glow of candles coming from the room as he approached. When he walked in, to his g...eat surprise, Megan was laying on the bed in a white lace nighty and Lexi was beside her! He couldn’t quite believe his eyes and barely could contain the words “oh my god!” from slipping between his lips. “Happy Birthday Babe”, smiled Megan. “It’s your lucky day”, Lexi said. “My, my, my, what a surprise” Chris responded. As he neared the bed he. Her once-gorgeous hair looked a little greasy and needed trimming. But it was her once-angelic face that drew my eye. It was worn and tired, carried too much makeup. I knew that look, the half-lidded eyes and the slack-jaw expression. I didn't need to see the marks in her arm to know that she was a d**gged-out whore.Carla Dawes. Crack whore. I almost laughed at the irony.I couldn't help myself. I pulled up to the curb opposite the abandoned building she was working, and rolled down the window.. “I, I, “ he stammered. “Shush, dear boy, we are both her for our mutual pleasure and I thought it would a good learning experience for Carla,” said Sara as Carla kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth. “I hope you don’t mind.” How could he mind? This was a dream come true. A mother daughter act; what a Christmas gift! “Carla, honey, I want you sit on Harry’s so he can eat your pussy while I suck on his beautiful. Carla did as she was bid not knowing at. The heart does not fade, it grows stronger. Life blood, the essence of power within the universe, flows into the decimated, war-torn veins. No life can withstand this need, this acidic burn. It summons the song within the heart and brings it into full bloom, making the near cadaver kick with sudden, new, pain. Life flows greedily into the being that summoned it so desperately. Water, life. Blue life. Flesh to flesh, given to me, I bid thee come, renew my vigor. The call so soft, so sweet, that.