This was more of a massage than a fucking. A massage of my insides. It was deeply soothing, and quite pleasurable. It had calmed my mind, allowing me ...o focus. It removed my frantic urge to cum and allowed me to simply enjoy the erotic, almost romantic pleasures these worms could offer. One by one, through my mouth, down my throat, and all the way through my entire being they slithered, until finally coming out of my ass, stretching it in such a way that I never seemed to quite get used to it.. Or that Danish series about the teacher, yeah, Rita, that was it. Or Riverdale or Sabrina. You get the idea.I knew exactly where I was headed, of course. I would find Crowley, and once I found him, I would find the Colt. Talk about a handy addition to my arsenal, right? At least, as a vampire, I was outside Crowley’s jurisdiction forever. I could never be damned to Hell. He had no power over me at all. Yeah, a rogue vampire on the loose in the world, the Supernatural one, that was, yeah, that. Mysister just laughed as she saw me beginning to slowly pull up the silkylight black stocking on my first leg and attach the lacy welt to thegarters."What??" I said. "You are just so feminine in everything you do Molly"!! she said. "But....Ilove it...and love you as a sister."Finishing with the second stocking and standing there I did a little mockwiggle and dance for BethAnn, both of us breaking out in laughter. I thenstepped into a nice black cocktail style dress by Nicole Miller. Nicesmooth. Phd.. Its not rocket science”. She casually took her hands and opened the bra from back in a matter of seconds. The bra fell of and the mounds were exposed. They looked so delectable that I almost bit her lips in anticipation of what was to come.I started to ravage my self on those beautiful breasts. They were white , creamy and delicious. As I caressed and moved my hands around her breasts, she started moaning. And the moans just made me hornier. With each moan, my activities on her breasts.