So I change the conversation to more of a sexual note. She tells me that her hubby just doesn't satisfy her needs and that she usually makes herself c...me using her fingers and a small vibrator. We both need another drink so I get us each one again, hand hers to her and kiss her deeply making it longer and I linger as our tongues now touch swirling, dancing i slowly pull away and now her breasts are pushing against the fabric and the top of her very lady yellow bra is showing. She wets her full. My curiosity aroused, I strain to listen to what is going on,but the ambiguous sounds are difficult to interpret, and in any case Iam drifting off to sleep again. My dreams are rather disturbed - Ipicture myself going to school in a dress and being unmasked andridiculed and running home full of embarrassment and shame - and I wakeearly.I hear the noise of soft conversation from downstairs. It seems thatLisa and my mother are already up, and I dress hurriedly. It seems onlypolite (well, that. I offer my blood up freely. Anything to please Mama. I love her with all my heart. I’d give my life for her if she asked. But she’d never do that. Besides, letting her drink your blood is one of the most intimate things I’ve ever experienced.”“Are they going to turn us into vampires?” I ask. “Eventually. For you, it might be a while. That’s enough questions. I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”She gives me one last kiss on the shoulder before she lays her head down. I can’t believe all that has. Could my Wife have actually gone back to talk to the girl, to tell her how she'd affected me, and recruit her for this? I found myself experiencing a lurch of excitement at the possibility.Then she was pushing back and taking me inside. This one was in reverse cowgirl position, and holding my ankles as she pressed back. She had a really, really tight pussy and firm lips, even more so than the first girl. Asian men were supposed to have small cocks, right? Maybe that's why she was so tight, I.