The park was well-forested for useas cover. I caught her eye and instantly she was under my spell. It was tooeasy. The fetching beauty had no thought ...f resisting. She followed me offthe pathway to a small hidden group of trees. No one will see us. Her neckwas exposed and neatly punctured with my fangs. I drank. "Argh! Ptooey! Ptooey! What are you trying to do, poison me?" I yelled. Thespell was broken and the woman jumped back in fright."I'm sorry!" she screamed and started crying. That. Kathy started to giggle. "What's the matter, Art?" she teased. "Oh, don't be such a grouch," she scolded, playfully. "This is just a game, so don't look so serious."Art squinted against the pain, his nose wrinkling, his mouth gaping open. What was wrong with Kathy? They'd drugged her... my Cod, his wife was smoking pot! The little bastards, the fucking little snots! He focused on the fuzzy-lipped teenagers working at the rope behind him, at the budding breasted young girl who leered down at. He knew I had no self-control left by now, and I was his to do whatever he chose. For now, apparently he chose to continue to stimulate my clit through the shiny thin material of my thong.I was beside myself with lust and beyond horny; I wanted to get off, and the sooner the better. I just longed for some relief from the torment my Grandpa was putting me through. Instead I got nothing. He stopped touching me altogether, stood up and turned towards his workbench. I heard him opening several. ?My name is Horton Rogass. But all my friends call me Uncle Roy.? He stretched out a hand for me, and I tentative took it. I knew I'd have to wash the oil off my hand after we shook. When Uncle Roy moved his hand towards Raven, she didn't take it. ?Daddy never mentioned having a friend named Uncle Roy. Are you sure you know him? I was scandalized. ?Raven! Where are your manners!? I wagged a finger at her. The effect was probably reduced by the greasy stains on it. ?Daddy.