I threw my arms across her and cupped her melons. She didn’t move. I continued my actions bit vigorously. Suddenly she shook and jerked her body. I ...uickly withdrew. But, again she was still. I started my nasty activities again – first gently then vigorously. She got agitated and turned towards me. I choked a moment and stopped. I waited for a while. After couple of minutes she woke up and sat up in bed. I did know whether to feign sleep or ask her what happened. I paused for a while and asked. I was too dirty. By the time I got back to my apartment Spencer had called me about three times on my mobile and twice on the home phone. I didn’t answer any of his calls or listen to any of his messages. Instead I changed into a pair of pj bottoms and a t-shirt before curling up in bed and crying myself to sleep, trying to fight all the painful memories that Spencer’s seemingly innocent touch brought back. I woke up about two after a vivid nightmare. I was just lying staring at the ceiling,. My dress was casual; slacks and a blouse. Since I had no doubt about how I wanted the day to progress, I hadn't worn any panties, although my bra, visible through the translucent blouse, kept a semblance of propriety. I was sitting in the living room, at one end of the couch, when Ryan rang the bell. As my daughter opened the door, he leaned forward as though to kiss Ginny, then saw me and backed off, his face reddening."Hi, Ginny. Er, hello, Mrs. Underwood." I think you're old enough to call. ” She said with a laugh. I looked at her big tits and saw her nipples pierced. “Lets go to my room.” She said.“You really have a Vampire fetish don’t you?” I asked. “Wait till you see my room.” She laughed. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe it. Skull’s everywhere. Black candles. Purple carpet with purple wall paper and posters of Marilyn Manson, Dracula, and Bela Lugosi. And to top it off a really big and really wide coffin.She opened the coffin up and it actually had a mattress. She.