She stared up at him, appalled at how sick he looked. Devon had said he was dying slowly. He looked like he was. It broke her heart and she couldn’t...help the sob that escaped her lips. Ignoring when he bared his fangs at her, she cupped his face. “Oh, sweetheart. Just look at you. I want you home so I can put some meat back on those bones. You always did like my cooking.” Lucien stopped his growling to look at her in dismay. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” She stroked his forehead, passed her. Ryan is at work and I’m setting up a quiet dinner just the two of us in our back yard. I’m making BBQ steak, corn on the cob, salad and a cheese cake for later. I've been planning this for weeks now and I’m so nervous to finally get it started. In about 15 minutes he’ll be home and I’m almost ready. I go to change into one of his favorite at home outfits. A tight pair of cut off jeans that show off my ass perfectly with a much too short shirt with no shoes, he likes me barefoot. You’re probably. It was a feeling that I did not have a name for, so I called it nervousness. Today I learned the true meaning of the word nervous and it made me sick. For the past five years we had been talking on the internet. We had become great friends, him and I, knowing more about each other than two people should know about someone they had never met. We were the best of friends and things were perfect. He was that guy that I could tell all my secrets too and laugh with. He was the guy that I could be. I stepped forwards, away from the quarry wall and began rubbing my pussy and playing with my nipples, switching contact between the two policemen. They would, of take their eyes off of me. Policeman no. One, Costas lets say, was talking into his radio. Theo no. two was rubbing his cock which was getting stiff.i think I knew where it was going to end up.Harry kindly laid a towel on the ground for me to lie on, legs apart, rubbing my pussy, bastard was loving this scenario. Theo, beckoned me to.