All the smells of the street seemed to resonate and fester in that alley with her. She knew she had to move sometime, but she was scared.Another smell... perforated her senses every now and again. Blood. Human blood. Life giving, wonderful human blood. She hated and loved it. Her body needed it, desired it, craved it. It was an addiction that no young girl should have to face, worse than any drug, with far worse consequences.She'd only been out of the alley twice since that night. Twice in the. The girl sucking my father gave a happy little moan and continued to bob up and down on the prick that had given me life. I've watched quite a bit of porn on my computer and it seemed like this blonde knew what she was doing, varying her technique and reaching her hand up to cup my dad's balls as she swallowed him to the hilt."Ugggghhhhh, Sammi, I'm gonna cum, you cock hungry little tart. Take my load on your face like the spunk sucking whore you are!!" Dad nearly screamed as the girl moved her. I waited a bit until I got the okay to take off my sun glasses. The world returned to me in an instant. Belinda was smiling at me, standing naked in front of me. Marcela had wrapped her towel around herself again and they were both looking at the tent that was now bulging in my lap. “Little excited Johnny?” Belinda asked.“Holy shit.” I said. Belinda and Marcela laughed.It was my turn now. Marcela had just been pushed pretty far and she seemed to be pretty comfortable with everything that was. " That's good to know," she told me, smiling. With that she sauntered off toward the front of the plane. I watched her ass as she retreated. It was a nice one.For the next ninety minutes or so we didn't speak much. I continued with my work but found myself unable to concentrate so I eventually packed up my laptop and stowed it away. I alternated between flipping through the in-flight magazine and staring out the window toward the occasional passing lights of some city below. Christy came by.