Iwas a passenger, I couldn't do anything, but I experienced everythingshe saw, heard, and felt.She was excited, and more than a little aroused by the ...rospect of whatshe hoped was the last night of her childhood and the beginning of herwomanhood. She remembered every detail of her preparation, from pickingthe dress, to getting made over, feeling like a pampered princessthrough it all.She was checking her makeup when I could hear a doorbell ring. A oldermale voice was speaking to a young male. Tommy...”“Oh, you two aren’t a thing?”“He’s my friend.”“So you go on a sailing jaunt with a friend. Nothing wrong with that.”“I guess not.”“Lemme show you where everything’s at. The other two should show up any minute. They’re bringing pizza for lunch.”“Great,” I said. “I can do pizza.”“Be careful if Jo or Stoney bring it. They like anchovies.”“Ewww.”“She says it’s genetic – her Norwegian roots.”“Norwegian?”“Her dad is. Mom’s Irish. You hang around here long, you’ll meet ‘em. They’re good. Lust was his drug, it sent his blood coursing and his cock aching for a female body who was capable of matching his own desires. He shook his head and pushed her gently out of his way to find a certain friend who was most likely the cause of his house being filled with vampires.He was soon greeted by his longtime friend Jason, who had a sly grin shaping his mouth. Lucius gripped the front of his shirt and furiously whispered in his ear. "There better be a good reason as to why almost all of the. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Barkly Mansion is famous– or perhaps I should say infamous– for having the most fabulous Halloween party in the area. Actually, the Missus and I think it might be the absolute best in the whole nation. Some would say the whole world, but the reality is that our raucous and raunchy celebration of Halloween is typically American..