Also any nearby tribe members, who may want to flee with you. Make sure you take some food and water. I want you to flee back to our great cave bear c...mpsite. I will leave a dozen young hunters back with you, to help with the retreat," I said to Red Hawk.He started to argue with me over this. But I held my hand up."Remember our heritage and what happened to our tribe many moons ago. Thunderbird had to do the same thing to keep the tribe going. I want you to do the same. Keeping our tribe alive,. About 5’6”, well built, a little chunky, but very pretty. She has auburn colored hair that she wears up in a bob under her uniform hat. Her name is Winifred. She works for the Royal Navy as a Wren. That’s Brit for Women’s Royal Naval Reserve. Her husband was captured by the Germans at Dunkirk. As it turns out she was, indeed, out looking for a man to take home that night. We have met a few times since and I have stayed overnight at her place. She seemed happy to see me and we grabbed a booth. Then passion took over."Un, un, un!" Moaning deliriously, she rubbed and squeezed her tits against his golden coat. Her tits scraped back and forth against the prickling hair. Needle-sharp hairs tortured her delicate skin.Drunk with passionate lust, Priscilla slipped a bare foot into the stirrup and hefted herself up into the saddle. Naked and horny, she sat quaking astride the pony's back."Oooo, Beauty!" she gasped, swaying in the saddle. "Ohhhh, shit." Hot buttery pussy cream oozed from her. Panicking I tried to move my legs but to no avail. ?I told you not to interrupt me. If you do so again you will feel more pain. Now I can’t tell you how we came to exist but I can tell you what we are. Essentially we are very similar to the world’s perception of a vampire. We have lightning speed, we’re very strong and we live on an addiction. However the addiction is not blood. We do not crave the hunt. What we do crave is sex. No matter what form we require our fix of sexual.