“Only if they are your blood type, which you already have plenty of.”“Yeah true. But it’s getting boring. What’s the point of being a vampir... if you just sit around and suck cold blood out of a bag all day long?” Mason replied angrily.I just shrugged.The next night Mason announced that he was going out. I offered to go with him, but he declined.“I’ll figure it out.” He said with a wave of his hand.I just shrugged again and leaned back into the couch.Mason returned a few hours later, his shirt. “What’s going on in here?” a voice said with laughter. I must have looked funny and shocked when I looked up and saw who was standing there. “You're late,” you said. Your friend replied in laughter, “No looks like I'm just in time.” You must have called him and set this up when I went into the clubhouse to pay. I didn't know what was going on, whether he was here to play golf with us or you had other things in mind. It got very quiet. Thank goodness you broke the silence when you said; “Did you. Christian could not make out their faces or their sex. He knew that Chantelle was naked, at least from the waist up. He focused his gaze on her breasts, those perky little globes that he had often visualized when he was masturbating but now he had a full view and he could feel his cock begin to stir. 'What the fuck?' he thought as he felt his cock start to grow. Chantelle put the glass to his lips and he immediately remembered the taste. It had the taste of aniseed and tasted delicious. The. Her lower lip was trembling.She suddenly realized that her tongue was running back and forth across her mouth and that, if the doggy shot his wad at that moment, it was going to splash right on her parted lips and her switching tongue. She closed her mouth.Then she opened it again.Molly was in a turbulent frenzy of lust now. She had intended to jerk the dog off in her face - was it any more wicked if his cum fell on her tongue than on her closed lips? Molly realized now that her mouth was.