I would be fucked so many times that I'd die and history would remember me much like they remember Cleopatra.My thoughts suddenly shifted to the guy p...lling his cock out of my ass and dropping the spent condom into the pile along with all the others. Movement behind me signaled the next customer. Keeping my face turned, my head bounced back and forth as the faceless stranger rammed in and out of me. I would never know who he was or any of the others using me for their pleasure. Two minutes. I looked through that pile of laundry and it was like it was my incestuous birthday, there were so many pairs of her panties! I barely slept that night. I could just not waste this great opportunity and jacked off so much. Sometimes even into the panties.After that night, I got bolder. I still loved the smell of my mom’s panties, but could not be totally satisfied with them anymore. I wanted to see her titties and ass. I was doing anything I could to see them, if was just slowly following her. It was all I could do to keep from swallowing him right there and asking him to face fuck me, but that was out of the question.“Just don’t aim for my eyes. I have contacts and if you get it in my eyes, it’s gonna suck. If it helps you, you can grab my hair and hold my head. ”He began stroking his cock and within about three minutes was already to the point of cumming. I wondered to myself how he was able to keep from popping a load on the way to meet me, since it looked like it was ready to. I had three cigarettes left. All day I'd been researching vampires. Half the day was gone before I realized that to kill the damned vampire, I had to find him first. It took most of the remaining daylight to find a locator spell to let me do that.I should have known all of this, I berated myself with whiskey honesty. If I'd listened to Grams more and chased boys less... I rubbed my eyes clear of the tears that welled up whenever I thought of Grams and plowed ahead with my studies. The locator.