Mother screamed, ‘Zeeshan what the hell are you doing? Why is Parveen here? What were you two doing here alone?’I replied ‘Shut up, what the fuc... do you think we have been doing?’After finishing up I explained, calmly, ‘we’ve just had sex, and you interrupted us. The only way to keep this a secret is to open it to you. And the only way you will keep this a secret is if you have something to lose from this becoming public. So you’re going to become a part of our little secret.’ I and Parveen. The child must be supplied with veins to suck or she would wither away into the simple dust that she now was and ever would be. Doomed to exist for all eternity in search of sustenance from the life force of human kind.The pirate vampire's lair was in the basement of a deserted church. It was a church of the Roman Pope and had fallen on hard times in the wake of the great storm. The church, itself, was, of course, hallowed ground.The basement was not.The basement was a different story. Many a. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson welcomed me as always. I wondered if they would be as happy to see me if they had known what I had done to their daughter. Mrs. Johnson fixed me some breakfast while they talked about last night's party. Mr. Johnson reminded me of our appointment in front of the TV for a day of football. All I could do was nod and put on a fake smile. It was midafternoon and halfway through the second bowl game before Samantha emerged from her room. She looked terrible. She walked into the. It was much bigger than anything in her limited experience, and somehow angry, even violent in its throbbing, purple lust. Just inches away, she could smell it, a manly, earthy blend of cotton, skin and sweat. She felt almost sick with a heavy excitement that fell to the pit of her stomach as she drew her lips towards it, at first kissing the head and then taking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling as she glanced up into his eyes. Suddenly, she felt a strong hand wind through her hair and.