Cool and refreshing and soft and dripping and suckingand clinging and goopy. I scooted along the shore, kneading my roughscaly back into the mire. Gra...ped handfuls and smeared my face andshoulders. I even flopped over onto my belly, propped once again on mytits, embarrassed, emasculated, but so hungry for the cool that I stillcontentedly ground my nipples into the chill soothing slime. I laythere, relieved, wallowing in the muck like a proper bog creature. Ifelt ridiculous. I felt content.. She shrugged at the clock and grimaced as if pained by more than just the noise.The second lady shook her head and sighed. Although some slight traces of gray showed in her intricately braided hair, she stood as straight as a ship's mast."She's late." Wildhair said, grimly.The older lady smiled at this show, however restrained, of impatience in the Anamchara Elder and began to unfold a ground cloth."We might as well be comfortable, Elder Wildhair," she eases her old bones down onto a corner of. She stopped stroking me for a minute, looked at me, continued again, and said, "I don't know if I want to tell you."My heart jumped from a little bit of excitement. What did she dream of? I wondered. "Come on, hun. You can tell me. I won't get mad. I'm the one that asked anyway."She just continued to stroke my cock with this little smile on her face."You really want to know?" she asked. I nod my head in agreement. "Well," she says, "I had a dream the other night that we were out at like a. Being hundreds of years old, he was able to wipe their memories and bite marks clean.And so, my uncle convinced my parents to let me travel the world with him - get some experience into me. This way, my older brother and sister could focus on their studies without my interruption. This pleased my brother and he secretly begged my parents to let me leave. I had overheard this, and decided that I would feed from him every night until I left.And so I did. I may have been new at this, but I had a.