You've been avoiding me ever since you first used them. Rude!" "...I am sorry." I mumbled. "Apology accepted. These breasts may now be cumdumps, but I...am still a human being. Please regard me as a proper person and neighbor like we always have." she said, relaxing her arms, letting her breasts settle softly. Her stern expression softened. "Now that we're clear on that, come over for dinner sometime. Ria misses you already. Use your hands and touch them, please." "Ria misses me? I thought she. She, Miranda, writhes in pleasure while she gifts me with the power of her blood. I start to feel light-headed suddenly, and I fight against the hunger that never really stops. I pull out my teeth and time returns to normal. My chest heaves and my breath rasps. Miranda slumps forward, her fingers still buried in my hair, and fights to get back her breathing. We both stare at each other, me, my one hunger now sated but another growing steadily, and she, blissful, almost ethereally beautiful. She. ”It was then I had one of those moments where your mouth engages before your brain has time to kick and stop it.“If it isn’t true then why I have I got a hard on just sitting here talking to you?” My brain kicked in and I tried to back-track, “what I meant to say was….” But while I blustered trying to figure out what to say Gina stood up and came to sit next to me, putting her hand on my crotch.“Well that’s not a lie for sure.”My mind was whirling with embarrassment, guilt and worry. I. I draped it properly as I love wearing sarees. It’s everybody knowledge that Saree is the most glamorous dress women can wear, as it shows vital parts clearly. My husband was wearing shirt and dhoti. After getting ready I got blessings from my parents and about to proceed to first night room, my mom called me aside and gave instructions. She asked me to take a spare dress (nighty) and told me to request my husband to be not much aggressive. I initially felt embarrassing and proceeded to my.