"I want to please you, Sir." How?" Any way you see fit, Sir." Don't be coy, slut. I'm going to ask you again. Tell me what you want."I whine. Though...I've asked for this a hundred times, I still feel funny somewhere deep inside when I do. "I want to suck your cock, Sir." Good girl," he says, undoing his belt buckle. "Go on, take it out. Show me how eager you are, you little cocksucker."I undid the button and zipper to his pants as fast as I could, hungry for his cock. Opening up his pants I. Tight-fitting tops and short skirts replaced bulky sweaters and loose jeans. Needless to say, her attire served to attract more attention.The couple who lived next door, the Greys, had been close friends with her family for years. The two families shared many good times together, enjoying backyard cookouts, evenings around the fire pit and dips in the swimming pool during the summer. Childless themselves, the Greys doted on her, babysat her when her parents went out, and treated her almost as. How long had these two been friends? Must have been decades to be so in sync.“Art and I both experienced our first change when we were in our late teens. Must have been thirty years ago.”That pulled a smile out of her, despite herself. She was older than them, but she looked younger. Werewolves seemed to age, albeit slower than humans. But, for all their strength, they weren’t immortal, the one advantage Kindred seemed to have over the Uratha. And it was quite the advantage, when you lived to. And for the record, it was money well spent. She and those big jugs fucked their socks off.“I ... How could I...” Once again, Jason found it difficult to make full sentences.But Sandy knew her mother, “Did you fuck her?” Jason looked over at her in shock, until the vibration of the car’s tires brought him back to reality. He had let the car veer off onto the shoulder.Now looking at the road with both hands on the steering wheel, he tried to make his case. “I didn’t even knew you back.