The girls, Molly and Megan, looked nothing liked Jennifer. They had taken way too much of their father's ethnic DNA to look like their mother but they...were both a couple of lookers. They both had the dark, nearly black hair, common to the people of South America. With the mixture of white and Hispanic, they had what appeared to be naturally tan skin which showed off their flashing green eyes, the only trait they did get from their mother. Molly and Megan also got their build from Dimitri's side. I told Shaun I wanted to visit the address in Skirpenbeck, near Stamford Bridge, which I found in the pocket of the robber I shot on my way back last time. It was only a couple of miles from the main road. I found the house easily, it was set on its own a fair way from the village proper.I knocked at the door but there was no answer. I was certain someone was in as there were signs of recent occupation.Eventually I got the jewellery out of my pocket and called out to the occupants with a. I sat wet and cold. Was this the place for monsters?These events took place over and over, with no apparent rhythm or discernable pattern. My senses were distorted, time had no meaning. I went from one extreme to another.The darkness, the rolling of the ship, at least I still thought it was a ship, the vibration of the motors and the periodic change in movement, did nothing to help me understand.I don't know how long I was there; it could have been days or weeks. Then I felt something cold and. Something in me spoke up saying "when in doubt, whip it out" so i stood up and pulled her to the edge of the booth seat. At this point my dick was a fucking missile. I had to pull it out to give it air at the very least. So i unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, my cock popping out like a jack in the box. Her jaw dropped and she was holding her face with both her hands in shock. "You so big" she said as i grabbed her tiny hands and wrapped them around my 7.5" cock. She held it barely.