I knew I wanted this, I was almost panting for breath, my heart racing, as I felt down and slipped my fingers around his cock. I had to have him. I ha... to fuck my son. His head lowered to my breast and he began to suck my nipple, so much more pleasurable now that he was a man. Then, he started to move down from my breasts kissing me as he went. Across my stomach, onto my abdomen, down onto my triangle of pubic hair, untouched by a man in several years now. Then, he moved between my legs and his. You reach out and engulf my fingers with your big hand momentarilyand signal for me to be seated. You are wearing an immaculately tailoredgrey pinstripe suit. You smile and say "Hello Yvette." Suddenlyoverwhelmed by your masculinity, I am speechless. I blush and stutter areply, "Brian." I blurt wondering who heard, "How nice to meet you."You signal the waitress and ordered a short black for yourself andwithout being asked a skinny latte for me. We make small talk about theweather and sports as. They were about the same size, which was good for me because Jack’s cock is about as big as I can comfortably take without getting a bruised cervix. I knew that John’s would feel just as lovely inside me when the moment came, and I was now really looking forward to it. As Martina and I started sucking their cocks, the men removed their shirts and tossed them aside. Maria was filming the action but we pretended not to notice her moving around as she captured it from different angles. In any. . Well, did you get revenge when you turned sixteen?" Yes... I... I cursed him,” I replied, wondering how he knew about my witchcraft kicking in when I turned 16. “I cursed him where he would only feel sexually aroused from the act of masturbation." Hmmm… interesting," he responded, smiling.I stood there like a statue as the vampire approached me. When he stood inches from me, he brought his hands up to cup my chin. I'm not small, and usually I don't have to look that far up at someone, but.