He’d been a farmer when the zombie apocalypse began. While there were widespread news and power blackouts, he received updates from across the count...y via ham radio. He stocked up on supplies, kept his guns handy, fortified his ranch house and waited.It took a long time, but after several weeks, he caught his first undead rambling across his property. He quickly dispersed them with his rifle and moved his livestock indoors and locked them inside. A few days later, isolated individuals began. They were normal people with families, hobbies and careers. They paid taxes. They played the lottery. They were everywhere. And most of them didn’t prey on humanity. That was a relief. When I asked her about me, she told me her friends had uncovered much about what I was supposed to be in the Archives of the Vampire Nation. Apparently, I was something which wasn’t supposed to exist. A living myth. Proto-Vampires had been extinct for millions of years. They were the ancestors of modern vampires.. "She took the album 'Double Dynamite' from her handbag, then added, "But I wouldn't want to be a nuisance or anything, Helen."So, she did know who I was, I was impressed, "What's your name, sweetie?"She blushed again, I supposed it was because I had called her sweetie. "My name is Sylvia."I reached and took her hand in mine, "Well, come with me Sylvia, I think I can do better than just get their autograph."Dina saw me approaching with Sylvia in tow. "Who's the pretty girl, Helen? I didn't know. Using your mouth helps to get it harder faster. Just watch me for a few minutes.Holly continued for a while until daddy’s staff started getting stiff. Holly: Come here and take my place. Use your hands like I showed you.Abby knelt between her daddy’s feet and followed her big sister’s direction. Ben’s cock continued to erect until the cock head was higher than the top of Abby’s little head. Abby thought: Daddy’s staff is awesome. It is so long and thick. I can’t get just one of my hands.