." She gathered herself in. "Sorry!" I'm ... sympathetic," I muttered. "You have ... other options..." That's why I'm here," Rhonda said diffidently. ...Britney seems to think..." Oh?" I played dumb, for reasons related solely to enjoying the results. "I'm afraid she might be mistaken. I picked up a couple of teenagers, two young mothers and a very nice couple this afternoon, thinking you were..." Oh, God!" Rhonda covered her face."Oliver..." Britney cocked her head. "Rhonda, one of the things I. "I love the taste of vagina, and I can't wait to taste yours." She smiled at me again, almost blushing."Oh my god, Joy. No one talks to me like that anymore." Well, it's time," I said. My fingers were slick with her fluids. She was sinking backward while I fingered her, until she rested on her elbows, her lippy pussy laying open towards me. I pushed her legs open and dropped my head low down to the covers and took her vagina in my mouth. Aunt Patricia's pussy tasted like my friend's, only. I will rip out his entrails to find my angel.”“Yes,” Britney moaned.“You'll loose,” Faust shouted. “You'll—”His words cut off in a bloody gurgle. Abigail sawed the knife into his throat. Blood spurted, spraying her body as she cut more and more of the vampire's head off. Abigail moaned, her asscheeks clenching as she writhed her hips.Damien's thrusts grew harder as Faust died. Abigail's knife parted his flesh then sawed through bone. With a snarl of triumph, Abigail lifted Faust's head and. I confess to being excited by the thought of fucking Ruth Jackson again. She was so appreciative of my efforts that it was a big boost to my ego each time I fucked her. I was all cleaned up and dressed in my best summer casual clothes when I knocked on her front door at precisely 9:30 Friday morning.Ruth must have been waiting for me just inside the front door, because she opened the door, grabbed me by the arm, pulled me inside, and closed and locked the door all so fast that she almost left.