I fixed us all drinks and took the opportunity to lay down a few ground rules with Steve. No anal and if Hazel said stop, that was it. Steve readily a...greed and we both sat down to wait for Hazel's to get back.When she did Steve gave a low whistle. She'd ditched the skirt and blouse and was just wearing her bra and panties. She came across and I moved over to let her sit between us. I could see her eyes were fixed on the bulge in Steve's pants, and as soon as she'd sat down, Steve began to. After several guys asking me to cam with them I eventually took the chance with an older English guy I had chatted with several times. Paul was a sixty-something guy. He liked heavier guys and we had hit it off chatting online over a period of a few months. He was good fun to chat with and as I lived in Ireland and he in England meeting was never an issue. We had exchanged pics several times, clothed, partially clothed, naked pics. He particularly liked my hairy chest and ass. I remember being. ‘Rob …’ he said. ‘Behind my back, no less,’ Rob said. He set the lantern on a table and shook his head, glowering at the pair. ‘You could not have waited, could you, Enrique?’ ‘You never meant to let me have her,’ Enrique retorted. ‘You would have found some way to keep her for yourself, I know that now. You’d have made one excuse after another. I had to go behind your back, Rob. You left me no choice.’ ‘Well. Now you’ve had her. Was she good?’ ‘Splendid,’ Enrique said. ‘As you already know.’. What the hell happened?I poked through my memories of that night and the more I thought about it, the more bizarre it got. There was no possible way I was attacked by a vampire. There is no such thing, is there? And where had those two guys come from? A wolf -- there had been a wolf there, too. That couldn't be what actually happened. I must have been in a car accident on the way home. That made sense. A car accident. The other stuff must be a dream from all the drugs I could feel in my.