In these six months, I felt finally freed, and I could tell Daddy was free too.We'd had countless dates to the coffee shop, comic book stores, you nam... it. I had finished college for the first year and was ready to be at Daddy's work every day visiting and helping during my early summer break. And, ok, maybe fucking.My parents were completely oblivious that there was anything sexual happening yet. They knew we were a couple and were surprisingly alright with it. My mom especially enjoyed when. He squeezed out a dollop of toothpaste and started scrubbing. After a rinse and spit, he dropped his brush back in the holder and wiped his mouth with his hand."How come your toothbrush is so ... robust?" he asked quizzically."My fangs tend to cut up smaller brushes. I go through a lot of them," she answered. She reached for hers and went through the same routine, throwing water on her face when she was done."So," she said, continuing the original conversation, "Four days after a weak feeding. He resolved to lift her and paste her against the wall and pound into her like they showed in all those porn flicks he had seen. He undid his pajama cord and pulled down one side of his underwear past his hip. Binita knew time was not on their side. This was ridiculously dangerous, she and her husband’s distant cousin on a stairway where any one could chance upon them. Her hand slid the other side of his underwear down so that it was now just below his balls. In fact, the elastic band was. We met up in a coffee shop and I can tell you I was smitten by her. She had a body to die for with curves in the right places. There was something about this woman that drew me to her and lit up my brain’s imagination. We got along like a house on fire and she decided she wanted to take the next step with me. I guess it helps to dress to kill. Add some confidence in and you are the man! She suggested we meet up that weekend for a resort getaway and the idea seemed real cool. I knew right away I.