I was gently stroking it as you nuzzled into my neck. While you were getting comfortable, you ground your pussy into my leg a little. It caused me to ...witch a little, but I still needed some time to recover. I pushed my leg against you, and you humped my leg slowly, my cum and your wetness making my thigh slick. I was fondling your ass, starting to get turned on, and I just couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and kissed you again, strong and passionate like before. You turned onto your back. I. I wasn’t getting that much for breakfast or lunch either because I was constantly on the prowl looking to line up a suitable bedmate for the evenings activities.I think that the scenario of a murder trial where a man had his life on the line boosted my need for sex because I realized how subtle and uncertain any man’s future might be considering all of the twists and turns of fate or bad luck. It was a situation where I could appreciate the certainty of a tight hole to welcome me home in the. That's what his buddy said at least. He flipped an old van over while making a delivery. Samuel was some kind of courier, according to the friend. He was the kind who paid no income taxes. The man who explained that also handed me an envelope filled with cash. I never bothered to ask what he had carried in the panel vans he drove.I graduated high school shortly after Samuel went into the ground, after a closed casket service, I might add. My mother and even my dad seemed to be broken after that. " The young woman replied.Dysea looked at her and nodded. "See ... even Marci agrees with me."Isabella laughed and handed the tea to Dysea before settling onto the couch next to her as Marci took the smaller couch across from them.Marci had the distinction of being one of only three pureblood vampires that were even more skilled than Isabella, and not just in the fighting arts. She was still a relatively young nine hundred and forty years old, but her ability to blend in and not be seen was.