Although, I was curious.“What? No coffin?” I chuckled and he smirked.“Don’t believe all your fairy tales. We don’t all sleep in coffins. I�...ve met a few that do but I don’t find them comfortable. Especially sharing one with someone else.” These words sent a shiver through my spine. We left the bedroom and returned to the den. I sat down and he brought me a glass of water. He sat down next to me.“So what other vampire myths are just those?”“Hmm. Well the garlic thing for starters. We obviously. Or just keep it on, and see what she thinks, tempted my inner Harley.I got home at 6:00. When changing out of my suit, that same inner Harleysuggested that I go ahead and pad my hips and butt, and put on my tightsand fishnets. Nervously, I did. Happily, my jeans still fit over it all,though of course not the way that they normally do.After dinner, I did the dishes, and it was getting dark. I could do moreto get ready, I thought. I put on my foundation, and rejoined my wife,who was. Turning my head towards the the headlights as my brunette hair bounced in its ponytail. I gave the driver the finger and headed home finally. Excitedly I picked up the package, unlocked my door and closed it behind me. Home at last. Smiling, I knew the contents. I decided to strip right here.Kicking off my shoes and than wiggling out of my mini skirt. I peel down my see through stockings as well as my black thong. Its already wet from my obvious arousal. Naked from the waist down, I slide my. ” “I love you, Swati didi”, I said, getting just as sentimental as she, “I promise, you won’t ever have to go for an abortion by yourself anymore”. The milk finally started squirting from Swati’s breast as I held the glass up to collect it. Swati and I just looked into each other’s eyes lovingly, as Asha quietly let us have our intimate moment.As I filled the first glass and picked up the second, I figured Asha must be getting bored and uncomfortable, so I decided to start chatting again. “How.