He and his sister could rotten, for all I cared. So could the Four Effin’ Horsemen of the Apocalypse, too. Death? The Grim Reaper wasn’t Death, no... compared to me. As Oppenheimer once quoted and the Hindus wrote, “I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”I was the real deal ... the real McCoy. Sickle or no sickle, I wasn’t hype. As a vampire, I was Death on steroids. I was Nosferatu, the Undead. Not exactly Dracula, but as close as this world would come to it. And I would let the fucking. Her tongue flicked and darted over my cock and lingered as she licked my cum-hole and all the while little drops of love juice kept dripping from her fanny into my mouth. Then as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, I pried her pussy open with 2 fingers and fucked her with them, my fingers covered in her slimy pussy cream.This started her off again, and so she changed position and as I sat up and leant against the headboard, so Linda knelt in front of me and reaching down she guided my cock. .... Mmm... You like that idea do you?" Well, what could I say, she had my cock in her hands and what she was saying was making me hard again, betrayed. Climbing up my body, she slid my cock inside her pussy. "Want to see me lick another girls pussy? Want to see me sit on her face whilst you pound her, pound her hard?" And I did, I wanted to see this and she knew it and we fucked again, eventually collapsing in each others loving arms. Well, next day, I asked her if she meant it and she smiled. I would be spending my Christmas break working at the brewery again, happy to do so even though my bank account was quite nicely packed compared to last year. I started to think about investing again, since there was some spare cash and I had the time to devote to it. I renewed my search of the financial pages and found a couple of starters for myself.I didn't want to use the same broker as my parents. Who knows what information would be passed back and forth, and I just didn't need the hassle..