"Oh, you are terrific, Rebecca," I moaned, placing my hands on my face and leaning my head back too.She failed to say a word, but a few seconds later,...I felt my schlong rise to a new hot temperature, and then it unleashed my seed."Oh, you're cumming all over me, and twitching too."I couldn't see any of it, but she didn't seem to have a problem with it, though. I couldn't make myself touch her, but she just had fun with my dick spewing out my seed. I also felt her moving it somewhat, so I knew. The real Abigail licked her lips, her nipples aching as the climax of the fight drew closer.Any moment.Faust ripped the crossbow from Dream-Abigail's hand before seizing her throat. Abigail's own throat tightened, remembering her Sire's crushing grip choking off her air. The vampiress smiled as the dream version of herself ripped out a silver knife and stabbed it into her Sire's thigh.“I shouldn't be happy about hurting Sire,” Abigail whispered. “Even if the knife hadn't done anything. "Terry certainly is a different person, and I don't mean just his looks. Haveyou noticed?" Dad asked Mom."Yes, he seems to have changed. I think it's his new female persona. All thisteaching I've been giving him...he's not the teenage boy we're used to. Youknow? I think I like the change," Mom said."I think I do too," added Dad as he watched Terry moving around the kitchenin a dress and apron doing cleanup and looking content. "He seems so happy."Afterwards, Terry joined them in the living room. I remember well the feeling of her nails sliding down my skin. I had scratch marks running down my back for a week afterwards.I'm not sure how her shirt and bra came off but I remember suckling her nipples. She had those light pink nipples that get so fiercely hard when they are played with. The areola hardening and crinkling with the proud nipple standing firmly on the tip of each breast. She was easily a large c cup or possibly a small d. I remember her breathing as I licked and sucked on.