Back to my roots I guess you could say, back to the area of my family’s heritage. A little town in south east Missouri named Van Buren. Van Buren is...a small town of about a thousand residents about three to four hours south and a little west of St. Louis. It is sort of nestled in a valley among the mountainsof the Ozarks. At one time it was just a farming community, but the biggest income producer has become the tourist trade. Current River, a spring fed, clear, and clean stream that separates. Lose yourself and become who you were meant to be. You are son of Azar. The last of the Vampire. Take every last ounce of the essence of your ancestor’s and awaken your soul!” She screamed in ecstasy.Adar threw her over and they rolled until he was on top of her now. His cock still planted deep within her and his eyes ablaze with white light as he grit his teeth. He began convulsing with each thrust as he shot rope after rope of thick hot cum into the woman. His canine teeth began to enlarge. Rather she was alone by her own choice as she had not felt right to bring other men into her home. Though on occasion she did miss sex and having the young men at the office drop their not so subtle hints to her was starting to sound rather inviting...She thought about calling out to her boys as she got in but the moans and screams and the not so subtle "porno soundtrack" she heard coming from further in the house stopped her. 'Are the boys watching porn? They must have thought that they'd have. We would spend all of our time trying to pull the local girls. Occasionally it went well and we would be able to encourage all kinds of bad behaviour. We would also spend time stealing porn from one particular girls dad. This was back when the Internet was noisy and only available normally on the main family PC, so when we managed to get hold of a video of some German woman being double penetrated it was a real treat.Every so often I would stop over at his. We would have a laugh and normally.