One Saturday night I decided to find out.I wore a very short dress, which showed my long legs and a tight little ass. It was low cut, and I didn't wea... a bra. My tits are small, but pert, and my nipples slightly showed through the weave. My tiny panties showed whenever I bent over. I looked pretty hot, and he was very aroused. He wore tight jeans and a tee shirt, his big cock and hot body noticeable. He looked very fuckable.We went to a crowded bar downtown. As we drove, I slid my hand up his. " I could see now the burn in his eyes that he'd kept hidden, the deep hunger that we couldn't afford for him to quench elsewhere."Tell me about them." I made myself comfortable, propping my arm on my knee as he began to siphon out my life essence. It wasn't like when Talon took, which was usually a sexual experience. This was only a slight sensation of weakening, like a calming massage."Well," he began, looking thoughtful, "I shouldn't say that the rules no longer apply, just that they have. As he reached for her she stepped back 1/2 step, it almost looked as if she slipped, Mustafa leaned forward, Silvie's right hand streaked out balled into a fist, she slammed it into his neck, just below his adams apple He stopped as if polled, his eyes went wide, and both hands grabbed his neck. Without a word, Silvie started low, and hit the underside of his big nose with the heel of her hand, following through she heard the cartilage pop as she drove it upward. It was over, he collapsed to. What shocked me was that she had a stunning little pixie of a brunette that was her shadow and she was introduced as the daughter Tina’s offspring and she was supposed to be sweet sixteen. That meant I was sitting across from no less than three generations of Brown females. There was Mrs. Brown supposed to be forty-nine, her daughter Tina in her early thirties and the granddaughter at age sixteen. The granddaughter’s name was Honey and she was named well because she was about as sweet as any.