“I’m pretty sure that drinking…” I couldn’t say it.I lifted my head a little and peeked through my fingers at the pool of blood on the groun... next to the dead body. Unlike just a few minutes ago, I didn’t have the urge to drink it anymore, which I assumed meant that I’d been satisfied the moment I consumed enough to heal myself.However, the sensation of drinking blood had been unlike anything I’d experienced before -- the dark crimson fluid never made it to my stomach. Instead, the moment I. He goes right into thesleeping chamber of the Queen, it was very dark inside the chamber withall the fires bowls long died, except for the inclined divine light ofthe moon, coming inside in patterns through the elaborate windows,partly covered with thin muslin curtains. Caesar was dumb struck withthe aromas emanating from the bed, which were overwhelmed with a strongsmell of love hormones, like the place has been a sight of rigorous lovemaking a short while ago. Upon a closer inspection Caesar. Chrissy was probably in her mid-thirties and dressed to kill as the saying goes."Well, our loft is insulated, but it's probably by the standards of ten years ago," I replied. "But someone would have to go up there to have a look to check. We don't have cavity wall insulation though, I can tell you that." I can take a look," said Chrissy. "That is if you'd allow me too." I'll let John take care of it for you," said Jan. "I have to go to work as I said and was only waiting till John came down.". She put her fingers to my lips.I opened my mouth like she said, letting her fingers onto my tongue. I sucked and licked her fluids off. A greed settled inside me that I didn’t understand. She tasted sweeter than I thought she would. I swirled my tongue over her finger pads like each one was a clitoris.Her nose wrinkled as she made a playfully disgusted face at me. She kissed me slowly, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. I tried to nibble her lip, but she pulled back.She slapped me on the.