“What the hell?” Ashley said aloud, “What’s going on here?”“We decided to have a movie night.”“I can see that,” Ashley looked at the... TV, “But um…”“But you’re wondering why Max is leaning up against me and Riley’s using his leg as a pillow?” she nodded. “I buried the hatchet,” Izzy announced with a sigh. She looked at me and shook her head playfully, “We had an eye opening discussion and I realized what I did was wrong. Luckily Max is a softy and can’t hold a grudge to save his life.”“Fuck you,”. .. and she had no plans for releasing him, ever. He was her trigger, her synthrophos ... her mate."All the better to taste you with, my dear!" She wanted as him off balance as he had made her, and she watched his expression as she slowly regained control of her breathing. Nothing changed, except that now his eyes glowed. What was he? He licked her fang again, turning her face fully to his, and kissing her deeply, before she had breath to speak, or will to resist. His mouth was hot, and she lost. We both had to lift him literally and put him on sofa in hall area itself before we moved towards bedroom.As i lied on bed, she put her hands around my neck and went ahead with deeper passionate kissing. This time I was tickling her collar bones and caressing her hairs. I was blowing air in her air which was wet by my saliva. It was working well on her to ask for more and more.I was also getting hard in no time and she was willing to try few stunts on bed. She was behaving as if c is. .” I started to blush.“Are they fucking?” Becky giggled.“Yes,” I groaned.“In the living room?” she teased.“Of course not!” I sputtered. “They’re up in their bedroom!”“With the door wide open?” Becky smirked.“Shut,” I grunted. I was getting a little exasperated with Becky’s teasing.“Then it’s a good thing I came along to ‘rescue’ you, isn’t it?” she laughed. “Poor John, stuck in the house on Saturday morning and forced to listen to his PARENTS having sex. Oh, the horror!”“Just stop it,” I begged.