Woh bartan manjte huye boli- ji bhaiya ji aur mujhe nanga khadakar diya aur sab mujhe dekh rahe they aur toh aur woh sala naspita mera launda bhi mujh... ghoor raha tha.maine poocha- kuch aur kiya tha.woh mujhe dekhne lagi aur boli- kya baat hai bhaiya ji apko bada maza aa raha hai mere sath kiye khilwad par.maine kaha nahin- main janna chah raha tha kahin chot naa ayi ho neel naa pada ho. agar hua hai to dawai de doon.boli neel to padi hai par bhaiya ji aisi jagah hain ki dikha nahin sakti.maine. "How do you become a vampire?" She looked surprised, rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling; I sat up so I could see her face."You know I shouldn't tell you," her frown was more disapproval than rejection."I think I need to know." My voice, while not as firm as I'd like, was better than earlier."Yes, but Connor won't be happy," she sighed and I waited. "He'll be incredibly angry with me," she re-iterated."This is between you and me. He wouldn't have told you not to tell me if it wasn't. We staggered around, my insides flaring up as a defiant passion connected us. The entirety of our time together, everything since the day we’d met on that old pier ... All of it passed between us as we clung to each other with desperation.But even that could not last. With reluctant determination, she finally let me go and took her seat again. I closed the door and she rolled down the window.It took a few tries to find my voice again. “You know where you’re going?” I asked, trying to find. As she sat there, Tamara couldn't help but think about the way her father looked on the bed, his cock bulging, and straining against his pants trying to get out--wanting to be free of its confines. As these thoughts among others ran through her mind, she couldn't help but notice her nipples growing hard and now becomming erect. Just like every other child in the world, Tamara had been taught that touching herself was wrong, and that you would burn in hell for it. Smiling to herself she rubbed.