As I exit the bathroom I find myself standing next to the window. What in the hell am I doing?! I am standing here like a pervert hoping to get a qu...ck look at her loveliness. I feel myself getting hard just thinking about her. Then I remember, her car was not in her driveway. So, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I move one of the slats on the blind and peek out. I see that her curtains are pulled apart and her blind is raised. I still feel the butterflies in my belly doing their ballet of. Shewrapped me in her body her arms tightly around my neck, her legs aroundmy waist as I fucked her furiously. In and out faster and faster I jackhammered her succulent body, I could feel the van rocking and Iremembered that old saying about not knocking if the van was rockingbecause we were parked in a public parking lot.As I pounded her receptive greasy slit her mouth clamped over mine Ithought, "Oh shit...no condom."That thought fueled a sudden desire to cum but she was a little behindme and. After three hundred and fifty years it really didn’t matter. She had stopped being Buffy the Vampire Slayer centuries ago. Now she was the Queen’s whore?by choice. About a hundred years ago, the Gypsy Queen had showed up and offered to release her. Buffy had been thrilled at first until the Gypsy pointed that all her friends and family were dead and long buried. She would be going out into a strange new world with no support of any kind. Plus once she left here Buffy would begin to age.. ?Holy Mary Mother – Suicide Jane! You are getting hotter with age.? He was an expressive and charismatic little monster. The Omertas had only one hereditive trait; sociopathy.?Why, thank you Junior, you’re not so bad yourself.? She bobbed from the driverless car's comfy seat. ?To what do I owe the pleasure?? The car eased forward so smoothly and the windows were so dark that Jane didn’t at first notice she was moving.?Pardon?? Junior said.?You sent a car?? Jane gestured with her.