As the thickset barman drew his order, George noticed that the group at the far end of the bar were watching him, scrutinizing him closely. After his ...rink was delivered and George had paid and been given his change, the barmen wandered back toward his regulars and they were all soon laughing and having a good time and not paying any attention to him. But the feeling of being watched persisted. It was such a powerful feeling that it made George feel uncomfortable. Sipping his beer, George. The smell of blood burned my nose. Even the cheap perfume that filled the room couldn't mask the scent of fresh blood. Straining somewhat, I tore my attention from my blood-thirst and my kisses moved away from her neck to her red-painted lips. She returned my kisses with fervor. None yet could resist my hypnotic essence.My cock strained against my trousers as our kissing intensified. She tilted her head back, giving me access to her voluptuous breasts spilling out over her top. I kissed her. "Making you do it? You said you wanted to eat it!" She then got closer. Her pussy was right in my face. "Should I go shower?" she asked knowing full well what my answer would be.I reached over to her, grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled her to me to me. Then I kissed her bald pussy. "That answers that question," she said with a moan.I told her, "Let me go into the bathroom for a sec and you get back into bed, Nasty Girl. Then I'll eat it!"I took my morning pee and brushed my teeth. Then I. I must get one of those too. It would make pissing on long drives without stopping a lot easier.Since I was already hard, it seemed they decided it was time to get back to business.The same one that sucked my piss out with the vacuum tube soon appeared a foot away as they worked the jumpsuit off with their back turned to me. For all I knew it was a boy from the back. Their body was rock hard with no sign of body fat, but the muscles were toned differently than Tatyana’s gymnasts.