"Para, darn it, where are you?" He heard her holler."I'm in here, sweet Friday, by the fire. Now, why are you raging?"She made her way to the fire and... stood before him, Arty's arm gripped firmly in her little hand. "Look at him! I bit him several times, and do you think I could drink? I had a heck of a time even breaking the skin! Dang it, what kind of vampire has puny fang like these?" She bared her pearly white teeth to him."Um, Friday, first, since he is standing under the mistletoe, I think. I know that, and I know it’s possible that someone we save could go on to be a murderer or something. But it’s obvious, isn’t it, that saving thousands of lives would be worth the risk?”“Yes, you’re right it is”, he replied. He went back to reading the iPad and muttered to himself, “We’d have to be careful not to show that we already know more than we should. It would need delicate handling...”It took Grandpa a little while to convince himself, then suddenly came out with: “This is a good idea.. "He was gentle, as if he knew this was all new to me, my maiden voyage all over again. He suggested that I kneel between his legs and kiss his thighs and just get used to things first, just hold his penis gently, and stroke it, with one hand or both, and kiss it only if the mood took me. I felt very strange, very humble, kneeling in front of this powerful naked God. I gently, timidly took up his soft cock in one hand, and found that it was quite heavy. I needed both hands to grasp it all. Mom and Mr. Brennan kissing in front of Greg and me no longer seemed that strange. So when Mr. Brennan put his arm around my mother and gave her a quick kiss. I thought nothing of it. It was my mother’s reaction that was unusual. She put her glass of wine on the coffee table and then put her hands on each side of Mr. Brennan’s face and kissed him passionately for almost a full minute.I looked at Greg and he was smiling and just shrugged. I shook my head and smiled back. When I looked back at my.