I was particularly interested in the scope and contents of her bookshelves. Christina had quite a few books, from classic novels to philosophy, art an... history. She saw me studying her books. I had my finger on the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam when I heard her speak. – ‘Have you read it?’ she asked. – ‘No. Always meant to, though.’ – ‘You can borrow it, if you like.’ she offered. – ‘Really? That’s great. I will.’ Abigail was very discreet. She didn’t hang on my arm, or throw lingering glances. " But not right now?"I stared down at my bare toes, wriggling them in the thick pile of thepale-violet bathroom rug. Hearing Terri finish my thoughts was a littlescary. The only other person who'd known me well enough to do that wasmy mom.Terri lifted my chin until we were eye to eye again. "Don't worry,Bobby." Her warm smile made me feel silly for feeling scared. "Whateveris going on, I'm sure it'll work out somehow. In the meantime, youbetter hurry up getting ready or you'll miss dinner. I'll. ” I groaned. “I’m going to cum.”She turned her head to the side to get my fingers out of her throat. Saliva and drool dripped down her chin onto her chest and I spread my wet fingers all over her left nipple. “Spray all of your cum inside me!! I want it all!!!” She shrieked as she bottomed out and stayed there, shivering as all of the muscles in her body tensed suddenly. I began grunting and spurting pulse after pulse of hot cum directly into her. As I did, she let out a long, low groan as she. I pressed my lips against the head of it, kissing it. My tongue started to slither out of my mouth, licking the eye of his cock slightly. With the taste of salt on my tongue, my mouth began to open, giving him access. The lightning flashing as my mouth encased his cock. His hands started to slowly move through my hair to the back of my head, pushing my head onto his cock firmly. He started thrusting his hips into my mouth, allowing me to taste every inch of his undead penis. I looked up at him.