I asked if she was serious and she assured me she was. She said she had given it a lot of thought and really wanted to do it.I called Bob, and he as...ed if we could make it that evening. Mary agreed, so I told him to give us an hour. He said that would be perfect. I poured two more glasses of wine, and we took a few minutes to fool around. I got down on my knees, and slid my wife’s slacks down. I pulled her thong to the side and slid my tongue between her hot lips. As I did so, I slid a. "It feels lovely honey, but what are you doing?" Giving you a love bite of course. I've got a butterfly, you can have a love bite." Lena returned to sucking my skin as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and to me that's exactly the way it felt. Content with her creation, Lena turned her affectionate and keen attention to my pussy, her extended tongue sliding teasingly slowly up and down my wet slit Her thumb slipped easily in to my cunt and she began to slowly rub my clit as her. "We'reout in the middle of nowhere. In fact, feel free to scream as the spirit movesyou. It excites me." What are you going to do?" Give you what you want." he said, caressing herbreasts and nuzzling his lips against her neck. "And give you what youneed, you little slut! Give you exactly what you need."As he said these last words he pinched her nipples betweenhis thumbs and first fingers, making her gasp as pain speared through her body."No! Don't!" she begged. "I'll give you whatyou want. Just. But Harriet was more interested in talking."I never expected camp to be such an adventure!" Harriet told Kennedy."Neither did I." Can I ask you a personal question, Kennedy?" Sure, Harriet." What did you mean when you said that when it came to you, Charlotte is barking up the wrong tree?"Kennedy stopped, trying to think fast. Mr. Glastonbury could say all he wanted to about needed to make rash decisions when you're fighting a vampire, but this was Harriet, her friend! The problem was Kennedy.