“We’re not demons,” Nancy said quickly. [and speaking of aliens] she thought.“And don’t you ever mention that other word in this house again...young lady,” Jeff said, holding back a lot of his anger.“What word?” Liz asked.“Vam ... you know,” Jeff said.“Vampire?” Liz asked.“Liz!” Nancy warned.“Are you telling me va ... that they’re real?” Liz asked.“Yes. They are ... or were one of the tribes, specifically bats. For the most part they were pretty decent people and lived in peace with the rest of. I was sure she was a gym rat because her belly was as flat as a teenage girls and she was in great shape. She told me she was a widow and her name was Estelle, Essie for short. It was her pussy that really got to me, it was as fine to look at as my ex-wife's was. Essie did not wax or shave though. I went down on her for hours, well it seemed like hours, in a good way. We fucked hard, she cum twice before I cum. She was still hot and horny and wanted to go again right away. She understood it. The reason being a lack of other options for the other boat owners because in the bay there were a total of four docks and the two that I owned were the largest. Not only were they the largest but one of them was the only one big enough to take larger yachts with a deeper draft which meant that the owners would have to berth their boats twenty or more miles away, where now they were in walking distance of their homes. With those issues, the meeting went long and although I was not a very happy. Other slut… she had a name… Julie… yes… Julie… I had a name, too. Diana. We were friends. This was a game we played. God what a game. I crawled on hands and knees over to her, curling up behind her and holding her close. She was just as dirty, as cum covered, as I was. She was crying softly, hugging herself. I held her close, whispering softly. “it’s okay, Jules. You’ll be fine. We will both be okay.” She quieted before long, her breathing slowing as she fell asleep. She twitched in my arms as.