"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," I said, intending to be anything but. I slid her beige knickers off, and she held her legs together, as if embarrassed....I pushed my hand between them, spreading them. Her bush was thick and greying. I stroked at her lips with my fingers, finding her dry. I raised my hand and licked my fingers, before resuming my ministrations on her. I rubbed at her lips, finally feeling some moistness, her labia finally yielding and giving me access to her clit. "Oooooh, my. . taint. It’s ... oh, gods, this must be the Blood Spring.”“I figured there was something nasty here, that’s one reason I’m not drinking the skooma. But what is the Blood Spring?”“It’s a fabled power source for vampires. There’s a book about it that I read once. It’s supposed to be blood bubbling from the ground, a source of strength.”“I bet your Father knows all about this place, then. He probably helped set it up.”“Just ... be careful. This is dangerous water. If you drink any of it, even. I tried reading, but I can't sit still for that long. Never had a television in this house and I don't plan to.When I started driving Route 18, I'd forgotten about Katherine and her habits. I just wanted to see the property, feel the air on my face. It was just a pastime. Then, I saw her again. She was facing me then, riding Light through the midafternoon. It was a late spring this year and the pollen was still in the air. Katherine came dusting through it with her breasts shining in the summer. I slowly parted her lips with my thumb and she gave me a soft bite to my thumb. I couldn’t resist anymore, I grabbed the back of her head and locked her lips with mine with such lust that nothing was soft about that kiss. Our tongues were wrestling with each others while our lips shifted rapidly to takeover each other’s. She too put her hand on back of my head, holding my hair and pulling it whenever I bite her.All this while my other hand reached my favorite place on earth, her lovely melons..