I wasn’t too keen on the France trip, leaving my mates to go down the pub without me. I was to take the Eurostar and stay with a friend of my mums w...o had married a Frenchman. I knew the family but hadn’t seen them for about 6 years. Their daughter Jaqui, as I remember, was a spoilt little brat a year older than me. I couldn’t remember if she was a looker or not as I wasn’t into girls the last time I had seen her (I was only 12). Anyway, to cut a long story short, my Taxi pulled up outside. She lent in, her soft lips resting tenderly against the vein of his throat, feeling his pulse acutely on her lips.Sylvia's nostrils flared as she smelt his scent, her tongue coming out to teasingly lick the corner of his jaw, her nose gently nuzzling his earlobe.Danny gave a small moan as he felt her fangs puncture his flesh, the blood rising to her waiting tongue. The hand on her ass squeezed harder at the slight pain and his cock ground against her thigh insistently."Mmm," Sylvia gave a moan. "I don't see what's so scary about this place," said Imogen. "Looks like any other forest I've ever seen." You'd think differently if it were night," replied Neville. And indeed, the atmosphere of the forest was not nearly as foreboding in winter. The trees were bereft of leaves, their bare branches doing little to block the sun's glare. The evergreens still cast shadows, but the sun would have to set before the forest recovered its aura of gloomy menace. The two friends walked on, and ceased. Two days later I got a text saying she would be home late. Nothing unusual, she often works late. When she came home I was in the kitchen making dinner, the c***dren wathcing TV in the living room. Angie came over and kissed me deeply, taking my hand and putting it up her skirt and onto her bare wet pussy! 'Joes' handywork' She smiled and winked as she left the kitchen. My cock was raging hard. I smelled my fingers, no sperm but a well fucked pussy nun the less! I couldn't wait to hear what.