I don’t think Cathy knows or recalls to this day some of what the two of them said when the three of us were together. Despite being married, I lear...ed an awful lot about females through those late night conversations. The three of us were all laid off for about three years and we didn’t spend so much time together. Anne met a guy and got married so that left just Cathy and I when we were recalled a couple years ago. We came back on the same shift but we were posted to completely different. Ginny held tightly onto Harry’s shoulders digging her nails into his skin. Harry continued to gently slide in and out of her pussy till he had his whole dick inside her pussy. She was very tight, her pussy muscles clamped tightly around his dick, he didn’t think it would take long at all for his to cum.Harry held still till Ginny grip on him relaxed. Ginny pain was residing as pleasure from him being in took over. She was glad he had nipped her ear. It had taken away from some of the pain when. “What if WE want to do the same things you are? Would you accept it then and pretend it was normal?” she asked.I didn’t want to do the same things my mother was doing. The furthest thing from my mind was joining her in this humiliating spectacle. My mother winced, and she looked shocked that Mandy would shock such a thing, but she was too busy sucking cock to respond right away.“I am a dumb whore who knows her place. I’ve had lots of training to submit and endure humiliation and pain. You have. By the way, I have no idea what occurs after death. I have no memories of anything that took place between passing out with this guy’s fangs in my throat and waking up in a coffin. Ugh. Serta Perfect Sleeper is MY idea of where to spend the night. There are several reasons why I don’t kill humans. First and foremost, I am not a murderer. Few vampires are. Even for those without moral compunctions about killing, leaving the landscape littered with dead bodies is not an option. It draws.