The debated over the dinner venue, and decided on McCormick and Schmidt’s, a seafood restaurant across from the harbor. Two hours later, both Dylan...and Stephanie were stuffed to the gills, happily contented with full stomachs and a slight buzz from the bottle of wine they had shared. Over a shared dessert, Dylan thanked her. ‘I really had a wonderful time today, Steph,’ he said, sipping his coffee. ‘I honestly didn’t think you’d talk to me after breakfast yesterday morning.’ ‘Well, I didn’t. She moaned as he did so, but not in a good way. Jon could feel his wife’s breasts against his chest, but only just. Two flat pancakes, it didn’t really do it for him. As he built up a rhythm, he was already thinking about Rosie. Thinking about those massive tits in his face, his cock in between them, fucking her jugs.His wife made almost no sound as he fucked her. It was always this way. But Jon’s mind wasn’t on his wife. In his mind, he was shagging Rosie, her huge tits bouncing against his. He took his time, I swear he was about to cum several times before he finally let it go. Another guy came out and joined the guys around the table. When Mr. Big Dick finally released his load, he told the guys to give her a breather and she drank some water that was offered. After guzzling that down, Laura was fucked by three more guys. The last guy had her bent over the table, taking her from behind. He was a thin-dicked man and Laura hardly noticed him entered her. If it hadn’t been for the. The group approached, once again in surprisingly good health for those long dead. Everyone watched as they neared the first bowl. Each bent, sipping a handful of the blood, before standing and trotting back, wiping their crimson drool from their lips. It was a short, effective process. When they were all on their way back, Leza signaled the next crew, who headed in to take their place.“You’ve got to admit,” Thomas said quietly, “she’s got them incredibly well-trained. I’d never have believed.