Her face burned red with anger and disgust. “I think you’re a little too slutty for me.”Daphne’s jaw dropped. “You orchestrated a gang bang ...n ME and I’M the slut? Fuck you, Mallory. I’m tired of your mood swings, you bipolar bitch!”“M—maybe we shouldn’t talk anymore then.” Mallory stammered. She choked on the words and winced even after she said them. “Since I’m so moody.”“Guess so,” Daphne said even though her face softened. She cradled her soda like a child just punished. About to lose her. She still loved performing… acting and singing… but she was becoming just as passionate about writing and thoughts of directing. When she mentioned writing, he asked her what kind of writing she’d done and was impressed that she’d experimented with it all. Short stories, poems, song lyrics, and even a play that she’d also directed, for which she’d received a high grade and high praise when fellow students in her drama class performed it. She’d called the play Price of Past Miracles… it had been. " He didn't want to admit to how he felt about going next door after his nightmare. He also knew that his dad was right about vampires and daylight. "Maybe she'd like a drink." Mike grabbed two sodas from the refrigerator and headed outside. He watched the new girl make a basket."Hello." Mike said. "I came to welcome you to the neighborhood and ask if you need someone to show you around?"The girl opened a soda. "No."Mike smiled to himself and brushed his long hair off his shoulder. "My name's. In the past I would have made him wash his prick himself but today I made a special effort as I lathered it up and rinsed it 4 or 5 times making it get as hard as it been for years. Finally he stood up and held onto the safety rail as I bent forward and sucked his cock; virtually deep-throating him as it wasn’t that big. When I felt that he was ready to cum I put it between my big soft breasts so I could titty-fuck him until he pumped his load onto my floppy tits. Charlie slid back into.