“Honey, you OK. Don’t be so dramatic. Shy here is a wonderful girl, very friendly and I invited her to dinner. “Shy…” I say as I look at her... “Yes,” she says back as she walks over and hugs me. As my mom walks away, “dinner will be ready soon.” “Good, because I am famished,” Shy says as she flashes her fangs at me and kisses my lips. All through out dinner I was nervous, Shy and Mom just laughed. Here she was, this blood sucker in my house acting like a normal person. Every once and a while she. When he reached the bed, he pulled back the covers and sat on the edge, a look of disappointment on his face."I thought you would be naked." I didn't want to take a chance on Mom coming in here. She knows what I wear to sleep in." Oh. Good thinking." Besides, wouldn't you like to undress me?" Summoning all her courage, she sat up and raised her arms, waiting for him to pull her T-shirt off. He obliged, hardening before he even grasped the hem of her shirt.Once she was topless, he knelt beside. Her nipples were hard and erect, and difficult to look away from. By the time I did, her skirt was up revealing a fiery red bush which I only caught a brief unsatisfying glance of before my cock was out, firmly gripped by one hand at the base and had been unceremoniously stuffed three inches deep into her waiting twat. She let out an extended ohhh during which the hand still gripping the base had a war with her pussy for which could squeeze my cock the hardest. The end result of this was the. ’ I said. ‘Physically assaulting Ms. Schoen is bad enough. Using your Council seat and eminent domain to get sweetheart deals to enrich your own pockets… that’s corruption, and really bad. I don’t like corrupt politicians, Mr. Cook.’ ‘You tell him, Iron Crowbar!’ shouted one old man that had come up in a wheelchair. He was a war veteran, and he looked like he could use that cane of his as a weapon as formidable as a crowbar. ‘Are you accusing me of a crime?’ growled Cook. ‘You better have some.