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between his wide-spread legs giving him intense head.
                "Oh," I said, noticing my skirt was gone. Who took it off? I wasn't wearing panties. Desiree unzipped Dane, and pulled him out. He was rock hard. So she guided him in as she pushed me down on that long, thick shaft. "Hello! Ooh. Oooooh, yes."
                I began sliding up and down his penis, while he buried his face in my bouncing boobs. I think I was corrupting my ex-boyfriend. He never was that wanton and shameless when I was mortal. At the moment I wasn't too concerned. Then Dane sucked in a hypersensitive nipple, and Desiree claimed my lips in a passionate kiss.
                I stopped thinking, and just went with it.

    Chapter 6

                I woke up alone. That didn't happen often. Especially on a Saturday. My vampiric senses told me the sun was down, and everyone was in the dining room and kitchen.
                I spent my days in a king sized bed. There wasn't a coffin to be found in the house. That would be hard for Kale to explain to his children, who came over occasionally. But vampires didn't have to have a coffin. I personally didn't like them, but they did provide a certain sense of security that just laying in a bed didn't give me. The only thing better than spending the daylight hours in a coffin was spending them six feet underground.
                That evening I woke up in the guest bed, since Kale was with Sabrina in the master bedroom when I got home. His house; his bed. I wasn't complaining.
                Since I was already naked, I simply turned into a wolf, jumped off the bed and headed for the door. Halfway there I morphed back to human. I did that most mornings. Whenever a vampire morphed into a bat or wolf, it completely cleaned us. I was sticky-dirty from lots of naughty sex with Dane and Desiree, but the shift left my body clean.
                Picking up my shoes, I looked around for my skirt and bustier, and then remembered I lost them in the living room. Everyone turned to look when I emerged, so I waved with a big smile.
                "Good evening," I said. "Is the rain gone now?"
                "Yep," Sabrina said, smiling broadly. "But it was snow !"
                And with that I was pelted with a dozen snowballs. I should've realized they were way too pleased with themselves. It was too late. I was iced vamp.
                "Ack!" I squawked, hit in the face, neck, chest, and belly in seconds flat. "Just you wait. Vengeance will be mine."
                And I was hit by three more snowballs.
                We didn't get a lot of snow in Dallas, so I was always pleased when we did get a bit. Unless it was a work day. I didn't like to drive in it.
                "It stuck?"
                "Yep, but it didn't last long," Kale said. "It got up to forty-five degrees today."
                "You're lucky," Heidi said, grinning fiercely. "They snowballed me while I was still asleep this morning."
                "Yeah, I feel lucky," I said, shaking snow and slush out of my hair, brushing it off my boobs and shoulders.
                Going to the master bath, I took my evening poop and pee. Yep, vampires still answered nature's call. Then I morphed into a bat for a few seconds, to rid myself of the snow in my hair, and went to work on my face and hair. It didn’t take long, since I didn't wear much makeup or do anything with my hair except part it down the middle and brush it out.
                I dressed for the evening, in a black leather bustier, snug faded jeans, and black thigh boots. The bustier and boots were matte black, and both of really fine leather. I paid three hundred fifty for the bustier, and five hundred for the boots. Then I put a black-leather biker jacket on and headed out to the kitchen.
                "Has

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