So Leon closed the curtains, doused all the lights and turned off the displays on his front lawn. He removed his reaper robe and switched on the TV. A... he was searching for something to watch he heard the side door open and close, probably Brittany returning from her party.Leon had not been home when she left so he didn't get to see her costume. So when she stepped into the living room he was sure his mouth hung open. Brittany was dressed as a cheerleader, a vampiric cheerleader.She wore a. Panting and gasping for breath and moaning with every stroke, we continued to hold on to each other ever so tightly as the incestuous sweat from our body made it more difficult to cling on to each other. After a few minutes I felt the same blood racing through my legs and swirling into my balls ready to erupt like lava, as I also felt her silken walls clamping around my iron rod, as she gasped for breath, and I new she was reaching climax. Nevertheless I kept the pace and the motion going, as. A. to the other and everywhere in between. This is what’s known as “crunch time” in my business and as my boss says, “If your hormones are out of whack take a prozac.” Myself, I prefer a more natural form of feel-good d**g. It’s warm, wet and creamy, and if you know me, you know that I can’t get enough.This particular afternoon I had worked through lunch to help hammer out a deal with a firm in Century City. Their guy was in from New York. He was easy on the eyes to say the least. I’d talked to. I checked my rifle's priming, thinking hard. Then I hurried through the woods, tied my horse loosely and stepped out in the road, almost holding my breath.The slight officer, an ensign I noticed and probably not even eighteen, reining his fractious horse and raised his hand with a short, many-tailed whip in it. I smiled at him. He was actually fuzzy-faced and trying to look very serious under his peaked hat. "Where you headed?" I asked, holding my long rifle loosely at my side, muzzle pointed.