”“Yeah, right. Well, if you haven’t, I bet your girlfriend has.”I frowned. Vanessa didn’t often come in with me and even so, it wasn’t lik... her to be so judgemental. Why would Marie think...? Then it dawned on me.“You mean Imogen?”“The pretty redhead you’re always with? She’s your girlfriend, right?”“Actually, no. She’s not.”“Oh. Right. Okay. I just assumed...” She was smiling again. And she sounded brighter than she usually did. Mind you, that wasn’t hard. She usually sounded like a miserable. I opened my mouth and the excess blood drooled down my jaw and covered my chest. I truly was a vampire, Oliver was right. With a finger I lapped up the blood on my tits into my mouth. I threw the bag away and grabbed the next one and felt up myself. Suddenly the room felt like a thousand degrees. I bit into the bag and sat on the floor on the blood which was pooling around.I emptied the bag and threw that as well. With one hand I played with the fleshy mounds of my nipples while tracing my slit. And I’m a college teacher! I should know these things. And I should have known better than to go down the path of temptation. It was summer, two years ago. I was leading a six-week program for American college students in Italy. My wife was going to come over for two weeks after the classes ended. With her visit in mind, I got a really nice furnished flat. Classes started, and I enjoyed teaching in the morning and having my afternoons to do errands and to practice my Italian. Despite Skype,. Mum turned around whilst getting some coins from her purse and made a great job of the towel ‘accidently’ releasing itself from under her arms and dropping quickly to the floor. She was now totally exposed to the young porter who couldn’t believe his luck seeing this busty curvy woman in her very late fifties naked apart from her dark tan tights and mules and without any panties under her tights so her hairy trimed pussy was exposed too.‘Oh I’m so sorry young man’ Mum pretended to apologise,.