.. Maybe on some subconscious level, I think that if I'm able to share it with someone, anyone, it'll get better. I was 19 when I started dating Alice...(I'm 23 as of a few months ago). We'd met in chemistry lab and hit it off... no doubt in part because her grades were less than stellar, while mine were at the top of the class. I don't know what attracted her to me, especially in light of what has happened between us... but on my part, she was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever had the. He kept calling me his grandson. I finally figured out that he didn't mean genetically. He was the creature who had turned the woman who turned me. My vampire blood came from him, through her. She is almost four hundred years old and he's older still. He is extremely terrified of her, now. She has powers that defy even vampiric age. We didn't talk much, what with him being a total fucking lunatic. But from what I gathered, she has somehow gained the ability to switch back and forth between. My cunt was dripping wet. I slid back and forth once along his cock and daddy moaned with what I took to be pleasure. I bore down, pushing my cunt against his cock, moving my cunt back and forth. My clit was throwing off sparks of electricity that raced through my lower body. I tried to reach back to massage his balls, but his cock slipped out of position and I returned to just rubbing him back and forth.Daddy hadn’t said a word since we got into bed. I looked at his face and wondered about. We had landed in New York, about 1755. The worst of it reminded me of the East End. I wanted fresh air, space to build a place of my own. We headed south. I'd heard that a man could have his own land and not be bothered by anyone. As our carriage rolled through southeastern Virginia, Abigail and I came upon a man whipping a young black woman with a cat o' nine tails. Stopping the carriage I asked what this was about. He explained that the lazy bitch didn't have his dinner ready on time. I told.