My head back...breathing ragged...breasts heaving with each breath...eyes closed. "Open your eyes" you say softly...your hand slowing down its rubbing... then stopping to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I look into those green eyes that I know so well as your hand slides into the front of my jeans, fingers parting the hot, wet lips...spreading them to give you access to the sensitive hooded area of my clit. A finger drags over it and I make a soft, breathy ooooohhhhh sound as waves of pleasure. It's the bloated cramping in my gutsand all the messy poo that has to be washed away that I dislike. Thenwhat is a sissy bitch going to do about it? Just get to it and make itlip smacking clean, sugar. That's what. Especially when she wants tohave her boycunt to be hotter, slicker and tighter than any geneticgirl's pussy, and that is how I love mine to be when I am hoping tohave it crammed full of hard thrusting cock.A long steely dagger of a prick with a fat mushroomed head banging meinto. Something about it just didn’t quite taste the same. But after several days without anything in my system other than that red shit, I was happy for anything.I handed Jennifer the bottle back and continued to ponder.“Was I actually a vampire?” I asked myself.“Do you need to go someplace? Home?” Jennifer asked with concern in her voice.“Uhm, not really. Not yet. I just need to try to get my head on straight. What about you?” I asked.“No, I don’t really have any place to go.” Jennifer said with a. Benji looked down at the discarded symbol of his hold on her, then turned to find his clothes in a heap not far away. He dressed economically, threw one last fulminating look her way, and stalked off the deck and around the house. Moments later, Marissa heard the rev of his truck and the crunch of gravel. He was gone, and once again, she felt strong. * That Friday evening, Patrick sat at his desk in the plush office at the hospital. For the last two hours, he'd been compiling clips he'd.