Lynette's dark eyes softened. “Do you still want to kill me?”“Only if you make me. Why would I want to set you free from this?” Abigail bucked...her hips into her friend's thrusts as the elevator lurched and rose. “I was a fool for thinking you needed to be liberated from undeath.”Lynette smiled and kissed Abigail. The vampiresses writhed together as the elevator rose. Their nipples rubbed together. The scent of their blood and pussies filled the air. Abigail shoved her hand past Lynette's ass,. "Oh god! oh god! oh god!" she groaned louder and louder as our wet tongues invaded her most precious holes."Oh god! oh god! oh... GOD!" she then cried out as her orgasm suddenly hit.With our faces still pushed deep into both her moist holes, my grandmother tensed up and then began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm ripped through her body, and she placed her hands on our heads to steady herself as she came over and over again."OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" she kept crying out.Then after several. “Part of the deal!” exclaimed Carson, who had gotten out of bed to come and see Marty. “I asked them to fix a few things up, not the whole bloody house. Marty, make out a bill of sale for the house they want. It will cost them nothing. If you want to make it for something, make it for the costs this young man has already spent on me without being asked to.”“The little blighter fully intended to pay for my care and the house after saving my life, just so I could live just a bit longer. Son, when. Attracting the ladies wasn’t a problem for Frank Cassidy. He was blessed with his father’s sandy-brown hair, his mother’s good looks and his great-grandfather’s natural sporting prowess, which managed to keep his body athletic and in good shape. When he arrived home from school he didn’t bother about slipping his house key out of his jeans, he knew that Monica would be home; she had a spare last period and always came home early. Monica was his younger sister and they were in the same year.