The next morning I awoke to a loud scream."WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!"The only thing i could see through my unfocused eyes was a wom...nly figure...----------------------------- I had soon focused my eyes to see it was Tommy's mom, Ms. Baxter, she was wearing a light grey suit that had fit tightly onto her slim body. Her breasts were quite large, possibly being a large C-cup and they sure did look great with the large amount of cleavage with the top of her suit, going down the. He ran his hands though her hair, and it felt so good. “Is it always like this?” She asked when the kiss dwindled. “Is this what it feels like to be a vampire? Am I a vampire?” “No, you’re not a vampire,” he smiled. “And I guess it’s kind of like a preview of being a vampire. You’ll notice your senses are heightened. When a human turns vampire, it becomes even more intense if you’ll believe it. Vampires can hear for miles, can smell blood miles away, can see for… miles. We can run really fast,. Her mother died some years ago. She’s taking the trailer to Dallas where she’s got an aunt .” It was about 9:00 A.M., Jean climbed into the tractor cab beside Tom, and they started out on what he had figured as an easy five day trip. He had no idea of what was to transpire between Pa. and Texas. After an uneventful day of awkward, meaningless, conversation it was nearly 10:00 p.m. when Tom parked the rig at a truck stop just outside of Louisville, Ky. He was able to hook up temporary utilities. Your strokes are soft and slow at first, summoning a relieved gasp from me as my fingers part your lips, already glistening and slick, swollen with need. You also gasp when I first breach beyond them and for a moment I remember how cold it is tonight, that I must have felt like a malleable icicle to you at first. But, as I begin to slowly probe, each movement coating my fingers in fragrant juices, the friction and inner heat warming me in seconds. Your hips sway to my strokes like our bodies.