His eyes moved slowly down her body. God look at her neck, her breast, her stomach, her ass and those legs. She was perfect to all of his senses. What...was a vampire to do? Oh god and you can't forget her hips. Those lovely hips of hers. As she was dancing she saw his beautiful face within the crowd, her hips twirling and her body going with the young male before her. She couldn't help but to keep her eyes locked with his as he slowly walked towards her through the crowd. He watched her dancing. Hair always immaculate, never out of place. More often than not, worn up.A head turner. Certainly. Mid-thirties I reckon. Christine Harper commands authority. Demands authority. Oozes authority. Oozes sexuality. Just out of reach sexuality.A good height too, not too tall. A reasonable heel accentuating the toned but shapely calves and well cut skirts frame and shape her thighs magnificently.Yes, well cut skirts. Tight on the hips. A good line. Nice, business like length. Crisp white cotton,. "You didn't have any trouble dropping your jeans last night," said Aunt Marti.I felt like I had been hit with a bucket of ice water."Wh... Wha..." I stammered."I wasn't as out of it as you thought, Max. I know you pulled my top up and my pants down and masturbated me and yourself. I was half awake while you were busy molesting what you assumed to be an unconscious woman. I know what cum feels like when it dries in my pubic hair and on my skin. And that lubricant you used when you finger- fucked. I moaned softly as he fed it to me.It was hard, thick but not too thick, and the perfect length for sucking. When it was buried in my mouth, I could feel the head pushing on the back of my throat. He would moan as I swallowed on the head. I could hear the guy on the edge of the bed breathing hard as he watched. I wanted to see what he was doing but couldn’t.I tried to put on a show for him, sucking the second guys cock slowly, letting it slide along the inside of my cheek, licking it, getting.