The line was now an invisible dot, miles back in the distance and her actions were beyond any semblance of woman she thought she was or what she was c...pable of. The feeling of fucking and being fucked by another man was so good… admit it, you’re a dirty fucking slut Angela. Well, her orgasm addled brain thought, if she was one, she might as well enjoy it.Tom waited until Angela ragged breathing slowed then stood up, the neck of his T shirt showing a darkened, damp patch. He pulled off the shirt. Personally, I don't like farm reports, country music, or preachers telling me I am damned if I don't send them a donation. That had been a constant complaint of all three girls since we moved out here. The only radio station they liked was located in the twin cities and could barely be tuned in most days. If I could provide them with a radio that picked up WKNZ, they would kiss my feet. Or maybe I would have them kiss some other part of my anatomy.I could put a homebuilt FM radio in the cabinet. " I bowed slightly and Billy curtseyed prettily in return."I've never met royalty before. You... said my blood was unacceptable. What's wrong with it? I'm not diseased or anything like that." Diseased blood does bother me although it won't kill me since I'm already dead, heh heh. It gives me a bit of indigestion though. Alas, I prefer the blood of young and attractive women. I was fooled by your appearance but I could never be fooled by how your blood tastes. My system is adjusted exclusively. I was glad to hear from him as I had no plans tonightand he was a lot of fun. He told me to put on my tightlittle half shirt and my mini skirt and those sexythigh high hose. He said, “Don’t worry about pickingout the sexy underwear that I have.” It is always funwhen he tells me what he likes me to ware.I dressed as he asked and left for the club. When I gotthere I spotted his truck and knew he was there. I wasgetting a little excited. I walked in and spotted himon the other.