It was not that the equipment was lacking in any way, it was simply that the Vampire nature viewed creation in a different way. Her fangs had the capa...ility of creating her "Children" but she refrained from such depravities for the past hundred or so years because the responsibility was far too draining on her system. There had even been some situations when she had to destroy that which she had created because of the inbred competitiveness of the Vampire lifestyle.Her Romanian fortune-teller. He took a place behind her and started to pump her in this position. Her eyes were closed and her head was on the pillow and she wasn't able to think about anything. She could only feel the pleasure. She was so happy to be surrendered by Ayize Bongani. All what she could hear was his roaring, her moaning and groaning and the voice of his balls crashing on her vagina. She was being pumped like crazy and she had no complain about it. She was happy and satisfied with what the man behind her does. ”Sheila wasn’t a virgin when we met. She was s*******n and had lost that many years earlier. She was a sweet and charming girl and looked as though butter wouldn’t melt. That’s why she was never called the school bike but she’d been ridden a good few times by a good few people when we met and I suspect she’s been on a good few crossbars since we’ve been married.“Do you and - what was his name - Arthur? Do you still…..”“Fuck?” Mrs Wilson completed the hanging sentence. “No, alas. Poor. He could already feel the ache in his balls returning and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the blood of his arousal began to pump back into his currently flaccid cock. The boy had no worries. He knew that his dong would be stiff and ready by the time he had to fuck her tight cunt. “Do you like the way it smells?” Melinda asked him. “Oh yes, very much. It makes me horny,” MacIntyre said.I’ll bet it tastes just as good,” Melinda said. MacIntyre could tell that this was a less-than-subtle hint..