Africa might be interesting too. When you’re immortal you go where you’re blown sometimes. I was getting tired of getting just a little water and ...read through a small hatchway though. Finally I heard the anchor fall one evening. I knew it was evening because I heard the crew discussing the ‘night’s feast’ they were about to go to. So when the hatch was opened later I pulled the man through and fed from him. He had given one squawk before becoming a late night snack for me. When another man. He had known that she would react that way and was pleased with her response to his nearness.He unzipped his jeans and ordered her to take his cock in her mouth. She moved forward between his legs meekly and bent her head down to his lap, kissing and licking his length as it grew and hardened. Her lips found and encircled the head and his hands settled on her head and let her know that she was to continue, take him all the way down her throat. She swallowed and he slid all the way, her face. The sisters took my over-active sex drive, kept dormant, forbidden through the parochial years, and opened the flood gate wide, completely, to let me be dazzled out of my mind. It became my penchant to not be overly absorbed with any other distractions as I was aroused to focus on my bunk mates more of the time than not. If the son perchance asked me if I had a “hard-on” as the weeks went along I would have to say “YES, of course! But most of the time it’s in hiding,” meaning it was deep. Then Patty’s attention turned to her daughter and was she OK. I said was just fine now that she had become my submissive like her Mom. Patty again smiled and we discussed how Kate was taken for the first time and that she had agreed to be part of the family with me as her Master and her and her Mom my submissive.Patty I could tell was turned on by the thought of her sweet teen-age daughter joining her in the lifestyle and becoming part of the household play. I told Patty to strip to panties.