He began to undress himself. He wasn't slow about it, but he wasn't in a rush, either. His eyes were practically glued to the two sexually active women on the bed,  fascinated by the way their bodies entwined with each other.<br/><br/>He stays quiet, feeling bad enough already for having interrupted them in the first place. It was probably too late, but he wished he could turn back time, and just leave them to it, instead of letting his curiosity get the better of him. No time for regrets now, though... soon enough, he's fully naked, his thick erection primed and ready, despite last night's thorough draining of his balls.<br/><br/>He stands off to the side for the moment, and continues to watch them shamelessly. Too many damned feelings. He was kind of pissed at Cass still, but then, part of him just wanted to give in to her, to them both. Part of him wanted her to drink his blood until he was drunk on the pleasure and tip-toeing that line.  But another part of him wished that it was Erica, and Erica alone that fed on him. And then, of course, his penis' input is that he should be getting his dick wet right now, instead of trying to do something silly, like think.