Zai crouched over the boy and took the opportunity to look at his face.Sleeping the boy looked almost peaceful. His black hair was a mess, his feature... slack and ghostly in the moonlight. But he had soft skin, high cheekbones, a good strong jaw, a narrow nose. Zai bent over his prey and kissed the slack unconscious lips, soft against his short fur. He smiled. The boy tasted somewhat of fear and anger, but underlying that was a thick rich current of an almost savoury sweetness, like spiced fruit. His younger sister, Star, was seated sideways on his lap, snuggled and happy in her sleeping t-shirt - head tucked into his shoulder. His mother, Maureen, was nearby, laid back in a recliner, wearing loose flannel pajamas. Woody’s parents were not history buffs; they were rabid fans of Robert Anson Heinlein. Google the names plus ‘Heinlein,’ you’ll see... It was Christmas Eve, the first after his father’s death, and they were watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas! - the original, Boris. That kiss lasts a good five minutes or more. Then in another minute we are once more going at it without waiting for the bedroom. Erik knows I love it this way so he bends me over the couch again and soon I am screaming as once more my world explodes into stars and fiery sparks. We still want each other just as much - and as often - as we did at eighteen.When we have recovered a little and are holding each other close I say to Erik. "This afternoon YOUR daughter told me why they go to their. He responded by dropping his pants and saying, "all the cheerleaders like sucking this dick, even your sister, and now is your only chance."My head was swirling around and my heart was pounding in anticipation, so I slowly lowered myself to my knees and grabbed his 6.5" cock. It felt like an eternity before I could, but I took his head in my mouth. "That's a good girl." Paul said.As soon as his cock was in my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head and started bucking his hips. I had never felt.