Some time passed, I guessed about a minute.Jennifer straddled me, grabbed my dick, and impaled herself on it and started grinding against me. Her lips...touched mine, and I tasted cherry. She broke the kiss, and I felt a nipple on my lips and greedily sucked it in. It tasted of green apple. That nipple was removed and replaced by one that tasted like strawberry. Her lips returned to mine, and she ground her clit harder into me. She moaned into my mouth as I felt a small orgasm ripple through her. I'll bet you're all excitedabout answering a question that must have been bothering you for years.Do tights itch or are they comfortable and will they keep my legs warmenough, even if I'm wearing a cute little short mini-skirt? Is that whatyou were thinking when you were staring at Tammy's tights, sissy faggot?Answer my question, you fucking faggot!" She slapped me again.If I said no, she'd slap me and if I said yes, she'd slap me. I just hungmy head and nodded. She slapped me and told me to. I was going crazy. Anger, a sense of betrayal, combined with my grief;I was beside myself.I went back to that room, turning it upside down, hunting for anythingI could find.I located something. A loose floorboard. I loosened the screw whichhad held it down (only one screw, already very suspicious) and broughtup a box.Inside, wrapped in gift wrapping paper of all things, was a wig. Herwig, the elegant one I had seen her smirklingly displat in some of thephotos. Why? Why could she not just keep. She had an overwhelming desire to drink the blood of the defenseless girl, but almost as strong was her need to orally partake of the young beauty! A.G., still not saying a word, leaned over and bit deeply into her neck, instantly stunning his victim into submission. After drinking his fill, he stood back and let Marie feast on the red nectar dripping out of the two small puncture holes in the young girl's neck, while feeling Marie's gaping pussy with his hand. The teenager's eyes were now wide.