Almost from day one Dion was on me for the way I dressed around the house and I shrugged it off. That is I shrugged it off until I finally figured out...what Dion's problem was - he was afraid of what might happen - he was jealous of his sons and he was afraid that they might see the way I ran around the house as a come on. Dion was afraid they might get lucky sometime when he was wasn't around!To understand his concern you had to go back to that period in my life when I stopped mourning Don and. I smirked and began to glamor the deputy as well.“Kenya, you no longer care about police work or wish to be a deputy, let alone Sheriff. You want to seduce Sheriff Bud Dearborne and convince him to retire and run away with you. You will quit the force first thing tomorrow and attempt the seduction. But first, drink some of my blood and give me some of yours,” I glamored Kenya next and exchanged blood with her, too.The more residents of Bon Temps shared blood with me, the more I could influence,. I felt her weight change, she became lighter and I felt air rush across me, cooling my skin where one leg had been. Then the leg, powerful and sleek, came to rest beside my hip and she was astride me.A girlish hand took hold of me, and I was bent upwards. I felt the softest flesh of all flesh at my tip, and my eyes flew open. Amy was gazing into them, her own pupils like black pits, her irises glowing like gas flame, blue like a surreal sky. I knew then I was in the hand of my own daughter, and. His cock twitched eagerly, begging to be freed in the only way it could beg. His eyes locked to hers. Goddess, the way the lamp light played of the flecks of color in her eyes it seemed as though they twinkled on their own. When he looked deeper she smiled {Her smile is so very pretty,} he thought as she unlaced his leather boots with both hands without looking down. All he could think of were those sparkling eyes and that smile and his cock that couldn’t stop throbbing and couldn’t stop.