.. fangs... a vampire... but not just any vampire; instead ofstraight fangs, merely for puncturing, hers were curved for tearing andripping...The skin...y, short boy whimpered and shuddered, filling his diaper evenmore. He looked down, waiting for the warm urine to leak out of thetight, extremely noisy plastic pants and spread over his sweatpants. Helooked back up at the red haired girl; her mouth was closed, and shewas reaching into the baby buggy.Her arms, which were all lean muscle and sinew,. God, there was nothing that I didn't hear about. From the actual time that they arrived, to the time they started to pack the car for the journey home. I not only knew what jumble sales or antique shops they visited, but what junk they had brought there and how much they paid for. Interesting that one, how things somehow got cheaper by the time they arrived back at the house in London.So you see I had no worries about what was going on in South Wales. But I can't say the same for the next shock. You're going down," he jokingly told me. As I laid on the sofa, he touched my pussy and pulled down my panties. "Spread your legs, I wanna taste you," he said. I obliged. His warm tongue started to caress my clit and he inserted a finger. He massaged my pussy and sucked on my clit. Yes, I was having sex with a married man. Thoughts of him being married completely blurred out. I was euphoric. We were both in cloud nine.He lay on the floor and reached for my hand. By then, he had removed his. "You're new," a voice said, an eerily calm voice, "and young, too. Youcan't be older than fifteen, sweetie." A chair was suddenly brought intothe light, but only just.I gulped, audibly, and said, "I'm sixteen, actually." Sixteen?" The voice whistled. "And you're pretty." Whoever it was satdown on the chair. I saw purple pants and gloves, but nothing else. "Youremind me of someone I knew, when I was your age."I gulped again, then sat the bag down in front of me. "Well... here'syour latest.