His fingers were less than an inch away from his granddaughter’s most sacred feminine treasure.Pops knew he didn’t dare lay a hand on that treasur.... No sir, this he would not touch! Oh no, he wouldn’t! No way, no how would he touch her. But, he did. The tip of one finger touched against a panty-covered mound. A second finger joined in and then a third. The fingers slowly traced a path around the puffed panty mound. The mound stiffened as fingers squeezed, tickled, and played. Did Katie. Gerald reclined on the lumpy mattress and pulled Donna beside him. He would comfort her for a few seconds and let her get over her case of nerves. Once she was no longer so spaced out he would teach her how to put that gorgeous little body to proper use.Donna snuggled comfortably into her brother's body. Gerald was sweaty but smelled nice and masculine. His muscles flexed gently around her, each like a live organism. He was very handsome indeed. His teeth were perfect, his eyes round and. The room was dark, but not so dark that he could not see what little there was to see.The only furnishings in the room was a large chamber pot off in one corner. At least, it had been recently emptied and cleaned, so it did not stink as it otherwise would have. Now The Ghost knew why the window was open: to let out the smell of the chamber pot. There were no children in the room, so The Ghost moved to the door to see what was happening in the hall. The hall was empty; this was a good time to. “I thought that you might say as much, so I have brought something to convince you!” I bared my fangs and lunged for the Slaver King first, sinking my teeth into his neck.Watching one of their own be attacked so boldly by a priest of an alien god, the other members of the Thirteen now panicked and reached for their daggers and any other weapons that they could find. At that point, my vampire nest sank their fangs into the veins of the rest of the Thirteen until we drained them all of their.