When I first met McKayla, I knew she was smart. But I didn't quite realise how smart she was until we were together for a couple of years. She was the... kind of person who could pick up a new language with ease. She was always naturally curious, and when she put her mind to something, it came to her very easily. As a result, she engaged in a wide variety of activities and picked up a gazillion skills throughout her lifetime. Somehow, she passed this trait on to our daughter, who was smarter at 14. ~~Beatrice~~There were two ways to communicate with Black Blood. Perform a communication ritual, which seemed to be a pretty loose ritual involving burning some candles, and having a shit load of occult symbols drawn on the walls and floor and shit. The cave already had that, so, all she had to do, was put some vitae into the effort, like beckoning a bird with a bird call. Except, big dangerous bird.The other way was with a sacrifice. That was required if Black Blood was to directly act on. I loved it. I didn’t have any plan at this point; after all, I had no experience at all. I had never even touched another guy, let alone put his cock in my mouth. But I knew there and then that I liked it.I licked and sucked and tasted his oozing juices, as Michael lay there, quietly sighing and muttering obscenities under his breath. This just turned me on even more. My own cock was dribbling pre-cum into my pyjamas and there were so many things I wanted to do at that moment. I fondled his. When she awoke, her pillow was soaked, as well as her tank top. Her eyes were so swollen that she could barely see. Her phone was buzzing beside her, there was a message on her voicemail and tons of text messages. Did she dare read them? She checked the texts, there were eleven of them, all from her husband. She selected the first one he sent. *I’m sorry, I know it isn’t what you want to hear from me right now but I am sorry. And the next…. *Lillia, I am sorry… *How did you know I was going.