That's not to say that he wasn't jealous. He was just so pathetically grateful that Deanna had seemingly rediscovered her interest in him that he was ...illing to tolerate anything, even a double standard on her part. He didn't know yet that she only fucked him as a standby, when she wanted sex of some kind, and that he still was not and never would be the love of her life. She couldn't love him, because she didn't respect him. He was a groveling dog, and she knew it.This one-sided deal took on a. That comes in very handy when I take liberties beyond just the blood. Though my seed may be dead, my production of fluids is not, nor is my pleasure in sharing. My curse is not only the need for blood but an insatiable need for consummation with my victim. It strengthens me with every joining. It can actually help sustain me when I haven't recently fed. Though there is rarely the time when I don't do both, fuck and feed. But I am always careful about my feeding, not to take too much and to. She enjoyed her lesson, having her breasts manipulated made her feel so good. The milkman tended her boobs, kneading his fingers and knuckles into them to his hearts content while Jessica held herself steady watching his hands move on her chest trying to learn his techniques.When he had finished with her and left, she tried to milk the cow again but the cow didn’t like her new approach and Jessica soon gave up thinking she wasn’t doing it right. That evening she told her younger sister about. “Did your husband ever find out?” I asked.“No. We were very careful. Besides, he was like Colin; always at work. We had plenty of opportunity.”“Didn’t he notice?” I needed to know. “I mean you must have behaved differently with all three of you in the house together.” A thought struck me. “And you must have looked different too. Afterwards I mean.”I stopped before my thoughts and words grew too graphic. Even with my very limited experience I knew my body looked quite different after sex. Surely.