She was wearing a tight fuzzy white sweater over those magnificent tits and tight brown slacks that molded into the crack in her ass all the way up. I... was almost impossible to take my eyes off that incredible high-hipped ass or those tits. Half the time I didn't know what I was saying, but it seemed to be working.Her warm, rich voice was like a kiss in my ear. We went out for burgers and shakes and returned to Maggie's apartment around three. It always seemed to me afterwards that our two. ." You what? Looked at some photographs of us? So what? Masturbated? Who doesn't? Used one of my happy toys? I don't care." Oh my god!"Tina snaked a hand under the cover and into the front of her shorts and panties. Her fingers wrapped around the plastic dildo and tried to pull it out. There wasn't room so Tina once again covered her face with her hands."I can't get it out. Not with my clothes on." Don't worry, dear, you can leave it there. We don't mind." Can you leave so I can take it out?". "Please..." he faintly begged and I burrowed my fangs deeper and sucked harder, gulping and gulping, "Ohhh fuck, yes! No..." Huge feasts were spread before my eyes while so many flavors danced on my tongue. No, I couldn't kill this one but I couldn't stop myself."I beg you... let me go...," something snapped in me. For one, brief, moment, I felt mercy. I eased my grip on his wrists. I stopped sucking down what must have been half of his blood and licked his wounds until the saliva's magic. Monica was on her knees with her face planted in the young girl’s ass. “Oh, hi mom,” Candice said nonchalantly. “M... mor… morning,” Emily stammered; the shock of the sudden carnal scene hit the older woman like a cold shower making her visible shake. Trying direct her eyes away, Candice’s mother made her coffee. Then, after a quick mental adjustment, she sat at the table across from her daughter and drank her morning coffee while coyly observing Monica toss her daughter’s salad..