If I did, I couldn’t tell you what it was.Most of my time was spent keeping an eye on things. Making sure nobody wandered off a cliff, or fell into ...he river. It wasn’t dull, really. But after a couple of days, it got routine.Suzy asked me one morning if I could find something to vary the menu that night. I thought about it and suggested either pheasant or grouse. I knew of a meadow not too far, that was prime bird hunting. Suzy got more than excited. She had some left-over cornbread for a. A most definitely Russian sounding shouted orgasm made us chuckle, but we soon announced our own exhilarating conclusion, me with a grunt and Molly with a raucous squeal. Panting became quieter until Molly breathed steadily returning to sleep. I lost consciousness soon after even before my penis had completed its softening and shrinking and fallen out of its warm and wet and cozy home.At 6:30 am nobody but Molly and I should have been awake but greeting us in the kitchen after our shared shower. ”Abigail hissed and lunged at Rosa. Their feet slapped on the tiled floors. They stepped over the half-conscious women and clashed. Rosa slashed with the bolt, her hand trailing smoke. Abigail twisted her body, moving, dodging.Rosa had enhanced strength and reflexes, but she was new to fighting. Abigail knew her body. She had spent over a decade fighting vampires as a regular human. Her transformation had honed her instincts and skills to deadly perfection.But Rosa had a weapon.The bolt blurred. As I grew bolder, I let my finger tips slip down the crack of her ass. But, I couldn't quite get to her snatch. So, I parted her legs and I saw her phat pussy. I was frozen for a moment as I drank in its beauty.I then ran my hand up the inside of her leg, her inner thigh until I felt the warmth of her tender pussy. I thought I was going to cum right then as my cock jumped like crazy. The hair was trimmed low and her pussy lips soft.I ran the tips of my fingers up and down the folds of her cunt..