He hadn’t always been a vampire but for the last hundred years, he was. Stanley had been following Iris because he knew she was a technician at a bl...od bank. He needed her credentials to enter the blood bank and to steal blood. Blood is what kept Stanley alive. Even though he was dead.The plan was he’d take her home and make love to her. While she was asleep, he’d borrow her credentials and steal the necessary blood he needed. It wouldn’t be very hard to do this. Iris was an introvert and. Now Jan was more excited than me. She begged me to let her see them, and said she'd be right over.My nosy blonde friend hung up before I could tell her no, and left me sitting there staring at my phone. Jan showed up in less than a minute. I swear she sprinted over here. She cozied up next to me and pried to see the sexy portfolio. I offered up the glossy 8x10 photos and we gushed over them together. Jan appeared to be reliving their night with them as she openly rubbed herself while letting me. Since I had last seen Mindy, she had become a total supporter of female domination, and when she and Maria had become lovers, they were both firm supporters of the Alpha female domination, so the two of them gaining some control over the newest Fembot rollout possibly promoting their agenda to the average housewife in the US. Maria was so excited, she called Mindy immediately, putting the call on speaker phone, it gave the two of us a chance to catch up, she quickly accepted the invitation for. His muscles and joints felt stiff from confinement in the healing chamber during their long voyage from Earth aboard the T'shu-niachMichael had not seen himself in a mirror, but looking down at himself, at his chest, waist, arms and legs, he knew that he had undergone a profound transformation. His body no longer bore the scars of two wars, the Siple Island helicopter crash, or the Pahsimeroi Valley gunshot wound. His skin was smooth and unblemished, the skin of a mature male, firm and slightly.