And then, as the wrap fell, her hips were exposed, her thighs, the triangle of hair. But she didn’t let her belt fall. She hooked it back around her...waist. Then it was done: there she was, standing naked before me, blocking the sun as the light fell all around her, looking down at me, singing. She knelt beside me, as one kneels who’s about to touch something sacred. Her hair fell against my chest, her hand stroked my hair. I’ve never had a woman unbutton my shirt so gracefully: there was no. " ... we were in the middle of the road. It was accidental, just bad luck. I don't know, Lisa..." She ran her tongue over her lips, opening her mouth so I could see her fangs."And then?" I watched her face, wishing to discern the truth of it." ... And a car was coming out of the fog, around the curve," Angela closed her eyes as she remembered. "I'd been feeding and distracted, savoring the man's death and suddenly ... it was there." And you stood up," I nodded. "I saw you there, in the middle. While I smooched I massaged her ass.A tight cute ass. Smooch is the best way to start a hot session. I pressed her against the mirror now, held her tight against the mirror. I do not need your permission to strip your clothes now baby.I started to lick her ears, neck, shoulders.I felt that she is already turned on. I bit her hips.I rubbed her ass over her shorts. I pressed my body against her body totally. Slowly I pulled down her shorts with my teeth. Wow, a white wet panty and firm butt. Got lost.”There is a pause before he nods. “It happens.” His eyes shimmer behind his mask as he smiles. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”I manage some semblance of a smile in return. “I’m just a farmer, your Majesty.”His brow shoots up toward his hairline. “You think I’m the king?”My mouth flaps open and closed several times and I make some kind of strangled sound. I’m not sure what I’m trying to say, but I definitely don’t say anything at all.“Ah, I suppose it’s foolish to think a mask.