Elisabeta?”“Took you long enough,” Lisa murmured, not smiling.“You were his wife! Did you know?” Tanya asked Mac.Mac nodded. “Yeah. I knew...”“Were you Elisabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, too?” Tanya asked excitedly.“No,” Lisa replied, having no idea who they might be talking about.“Oh,” Tanya said, somewhat disappointed. “You know, a lot of the stories about Count Dracula actually originated from stories about her…”“Well, I’m sorry to say that, if you’re looking for Dracula,” Frank. David shivered.“Sorry son, are my hands cold?” Michele asked.“Just a little Mom,” David lied.The proximity of his mother’s body and the smell of her perfume were highly exciting and when she touched him David’s semi-hard cock began to get hard. His body shivered as his cock began to stiffen. Then his mother began to slowly stroke his back.“Mmmmm; nice Mom.”“Good, glad you like it,” Michele’s voice came out a little croaked.Her son’s skin was warm and pale, almost translucent, his muscles. I first called Bob's number at work and left a message that I would be gone for three weeks minimum, but I could be reached by cell phone if necessary. Then I got up, showered again, got dressed, then knocked on the girl's doors before I started on breakfast for us. By the time breakfast was ready, the girls were out at the table dressed in shorts, fancy shirts, and sneakers. They could hardly contain their excitement and were talking non-stop about all the things they wanted to see. After. Just be careful while the train's in motion," he said with a weary smile.Then turning to Nicky, he asked, "Are you okay?"She couldn't speak, so she just nodded.He smiled at her teenaged angst. He knew his looks attracted women of all ages, and he was used to it. He was about the same height as me, but more chiseled. His strength was obvious in his bearing, the confident way in which he carried himself. But his single biggest attribute, at least as far as I could tell from Nicky, were his eyes..