You would leisurely twirl my curls around your fingers and I would lean into your taste and your smell and the softness of your lips, pressing my body...against yours, my hands coming out from your shirt to go all in your hair. My shirt off, your shirt off. You would make some flirty comment about my bra, which is good because I would wear a sexy one just for you. I would tell you that. ‘I wore it just for you.’ Now you would turn us around so I’m against the wall and you’re pressing hard against. When she hinted she would like to meet them, he said they lived in another state. She did know that he was an important partner of the law firm he told her about, because she read an article about him in The Washington Post. She showed him the article, and said, “I’m proud of you.” He smiled. That was it. He never suggested she visit him at his office. He never invited her to a social event hosted by the firm. Eventually she learned by accident that his parents lived in Potomac, Maryland. . I made the same offer, and to my surprise, Jenny said that she would be arriving at my apartment the next night --- if it was okay with me. I was attending college about a thousand miles from our family home. I was pretty good at football in high school, and they're providing me with a full-ride scholarship here. I'm a real freshman, not one of those red-shirt guys, but I started every game this year. The apartment was owned by one of the team boosters. I was supposed to be house-sitting for. ..Abigail... Aurora whispered. ...trapped...help...“Abigail!” Damien shouted.“Hallelujah!” the priest cried as he came down Abigail's throat. The vampiress shuddered as the cum warmed her stomach. A second orgasm crashed through her body on the heels of the first.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Shocked disgust gripped Damien when he entered Faust's office. Abigail, on her knees, moaning about the priest's cock. The scent of her lust washed through the air. The ground between Damien and Father.