As Miles watched, Holly lay down on one of the fireside blankets, pulling Annette after her. Annette pretended to struggle. "Help, help, she's an anim...al!" she said. Holly responded by biting Annette on the side of neck, and she gasped.Miles felt a pain in his shoulder. He cried out. Syrella laughed in his ear. She'd bitten him too, hard enough to draw blood. "What the hell?" he said."Sorry," she said, kissing the other shoulder. "Sometimes we play rough. You don't mind, do you?" I…" he said,. I grinned sheepishly and nodded yes. He asked if I knew how dangerous it was playing sexy games with him when I was fertile. I nodded again. Was sure I wanted him to put his big black cock inside my hot little hole and shoot me full of his potent baby-making sperm? His finger was inside me, holding me on the brink of orgasm and my clenching pussy gave him my response. He leaned over me and took one of my nipples in his mouth and began sucking me. My pussy spasmed again and gushed a little more.. Her name was Diane. We bonded quickly and I looked at her as my mother. Diane was 38 and blonde. Although I called her mom I always hoped to reunite with my real mom. A few years later, when I was 18, Diane actually caught me masturbating. It was embarrassing but very lucky also. Because that was the day Diane saw how well a kid hung I was. She even watched me jerk off and insisted on measuring my dick. I was rock hard when Diane told me I was a whopping 12 inches.She told me then and there. And I had mourned Harry’s passing long enough. He was not a bad looking man. Thick dark hair carefully coifed, almost a pompadour, framing a long, gaunt face tanned by too many outdoor festivals. That or a weekly visit to the tanning booth. His thick peppery moustache would have appeared unseemly had it not been for the genuine and even sweet smile he delivered me. His hands were likewise darkly tanned, fingers long, thin and almost delicate but the obvious wear and tear, calluses and unkempt.