I kept up the cunnilingus and the little girl kept responding with more writhing and more girlie juice.Lindsey said. “I think it’s time. Lay up he...e on the bed so she can straddle you.” Careful not to bump Madeline who was still face down and snoring, I lay on my back on the mattress, my dick sticking up like a bill spike.“I don’t know what to do,” Dakota said.“I’ll show you first,” her sister said as she stood on the mattress and squatted herself onto me. She rode me a few strokes and rubbed. ”Laughing, he said, “No, Katie, I am not gay. I like girls, but they must be the right girls. Abby isn’t one of them and that bothers her.”“Is Rockie one of the right girls?”“Definitely. I really like Rockie.”“I like her too. She’s fun and I know that she makes you happy. She’s prettier than any of your other girlfriends too. Is she really going to come with you at Thanksgiving?”“That’s our plan. Is her joining us okay with you?”“Of course! Cile and I want to go shopping with her so she can. The fewer people who know about it the better." Uh, maybe we better not say anything about jerking each other off either. You said he never touched you and you never touched him." I guess you're right about that too. I always did want to feel his big penis though, but just like now, I wouldn't ask him because I was afraid that he might think that I was gay..."The boys got home and got the cows to the barn in short order, then went to get the jeep out of the old shed. Susan was watching from. But mostly it commanded. It demanded to be fed, to drink deep of dark sweet blood, to bite of soft flesh, to chew on the richness of life and leave only death. He whispered back to the knife as his fingers stroked the hand-carved wooden handle. ‘All for you,’ he whispered. ‘All and more,’ he laughed gutturally as the blade winked light back at him, agreeing in its own silent way. And then he scowled as it reflected the image of the girl he had oh so carefully chosen running up the stairs behind.