There's nothing unusual about it. After all, he was seventy-eight years old. He had lived a full life. It happens to everyone sooner or later. They're...born; they live; they die; they are mourned and eventually, in time, they are forgotten.But Herbert H. Williams III was unique, not because he had been quite wealthy. No, he was unique because he had a fascination with eroticism that went well beyond the norm.It seems that Herbert H. Williams III had accumulated during his life not only a quite. "Do you need a ride home Lexi?" he asked, looking as if he cared. "Would it be a burden?" I asked ready to hear him say yes and make me go home in a taxi. "Not at all," he said smiling slightly. When I seen his smile my heart started to race fast. I felt myself getting hot for him almost instantly when I heard his voice. He smelt so lovely. His fragrances filled my nostrils and I felt my pussy become over flowing with my juices. I thought for a second he had seen the juices flowing down my leg.. He was passed out drunk! When Taylor would walk around the apartment in his underwear his cock and balls would bounce around in the loose cloth. It was hard not to stare. This was the first time I had caught Taylor in his underwear passed out. I could stare at his package as long as I liked and he wouldn't even know that I was interested. The cloth contoured to his cock and balls leaving a wonderful off white relief of his thick endowment. I could tell it was big. Hell, Taylor was a big man! He. The mausoleum was much dustier than before, but otherwise looked very much the same. My stone sarcophagus was as cold and inviting as ever. I brushed the dust from the nameplate at the head of the thing.Eve DelacroixYup. That’s me. The streets of Seattle were surprisingly warm, and I walked them with a little worry: I was vulnerable right now. Without mortal Sanguinir, I was barely.