One took each nipple and rubbed and moistened it. Suction cups clamped and sucked her nipples causing them to harden. Other tentacles slithered down t... her shorts. The shorts were old, faded weak and light blue. The orange threads that held the denim together could easily be ripped apart when the time came. Four frontal buttons protected her pussy. The bottoms were dull and chipped. These shorts had obviously been taken off hundreds of times and dropped wherever. White frayed pieces of denim. Still in a kind of blood frenzy Cullen begins sucking Edward’s cock, pleasuring Edward almost to orgasm, but bite his cock at the base preventing Edward from cuming. Annabelle in and out of consciousness kind of fades into the next night and realizes Edward is feeding her with an ornate glass human blood.“Am I alive?” Asks Annabelle.Cullen answers as he thrusts his cock suddenly into Edward’s anus, “Not really alive and not really dead.”Edward continues the conversation grimly, “Annabelle you. I thought you might like to get together, for a burgeror a beer or something."* * *We ordered both, a burger and a beer, with French fries, at the localHamburger Mary's, where we were seated at an umbrella table, amidothers of identical design. The tables were white and round, with tileinlaid, in mosaics, on their tops, and the huge umbrellas were infestive, tropical colors. Each mosaic was different. Ours showed asmall island on the edge of a beach, palm trees in silhouette before asun that. I guess somewhere in my sleep, I realized that my body was “responding” to the effects of my dream. My arms were trapped behind both of these lovely ladies, so my predicament became evident very quickly. I stared down at my lap, and immediately saw my hard prick resting right in front of Jesse’s face, who was currently asleep with her head leaning on my stomach. Her mother was asleep with her head resting on my shoulder. If I would have moved either arm, I was sure it would awaken the beauty.