A man. A tall, thin, pale young man, with a gaunt handsome face. His hair was blonde and slicked back from his face. "Hello, my pretty," he said, smil...ng. I walked backwards as he started walking towards me. I jumped in terror, as he appeared at my side and his long, bony, cold fingers touched my shoulders."Please! Leave me alone!" I cried.He chuckled and grinned at me and my eyes widened in horror as I saw his vampire fangs grow. "I have to say, my pretty, you have a lovely neck," he said,. I teased her saying new undies for new cock, she always replied I’m happy with your cock thanks. We left the hotel with Bex already feeling a little tipsy. After a few bars I checked our fabswingers account and it was a big let down no interest apart from the odd weirdo so I gave up and just enjoyed the night. A few more bars later Bex was well away drunk and dancing. I hate the dancing part but tryed my best but often would just watch Bex on the dance floor. She didn’t mind as she would dance. "Oh my, is that Gary? I never knew! Charles, you old queer!Well I never!" Dee blinked and turned her head and quickly pulled up thebedsheets."Uh, Agnes? What are you doing here?" Agnes had used Gary/Dee's firm forsome house renovations about a year ago and Gary had done the estimate forher crew."Oh Gary, well, that's even more of a surprise than Charles! You too? What'sgoing on, all the nice single men here are now hot for each other? No wonderI'm not getting any!"Clair burst into the bedroom.. Final visits, or payoff days, would come, and people would leave looking somber, happy, regretful, or doomed and fearful. And time passed.Four months later, Julie was entering her third trimester, and her pregnant belly was often on display even when she was clothed. Something about it was fascinating – people were pulled to touch and pat and stroke it, and rather than finding it annoying as so many women do, Julie reveled in it. She was very proud of being a mother, so proud she virtually.