The only thing unusual on his mind was this strange obsession with how much he weighed and a strange desire to get on the scales. The next morning he ...ot up and weighed himself and went to work. On the way home he picked up some Diet Coke with his coupon, thinking what could it hurt? He found another coupon in his mailbox addressed to Andrea when he arrived. This one was for some body lotion. He was going to throw it out but he noticed that his skin did seem kind of rough. Have to go get some. It was the crack of noon, according to the clock on the wall, and he could see another beautiful, sunny day out through the open balcony doors of Aldo di Bocaccio’s spacious Neapolitan villa. The sea breeze drifting in kept the room cool and made the gauzy curtains around the French windows billow like restless sails on a galleon. It was good to be here, quiet and serene, finally. During the last couple of weeks Xavier had mainly been relaxing and healing. The vampire-inflicted bruises on his. I started to massage Beth’s clit. As I circled her clit she started to breathe more deeply and moaned softly. After a few minutes Beth’s body tensed, as she had her first orgasm. Beth makes a lovely noise when she cums. As her orgasm subsided she hugged me tight. My cock was straining at the leash and it needed some action. I kissed Beth and manoeuvred myself so my hard cock was just at the entrance of her pussy. With a gentle hand, Beth guided me into her very wet vagina. My initial thrusts. I squeezed his balls and rubbed the palm of my hand over his prick and said “That’s what it feels like to be a girl on a date.” I looked at the panty hose again “But next time you wear panty hose take the underwear off first. You got too much protection; a guy can’t get a good feel that way.” I dropped the dress; it fell almost to his knees.“Won’t be a next time.”“Oh come on bro, I’m having fun, your aren’t?” For some reason I was feeling bold as hell so I rubbed on the outline of his cock.