Any moment.Faust ripped the crossbow from Dream-Abigail's hand before seizing her throat. Abigail's own throat tightened, remembering her Sire's crush...ng grip choking off her air. The vampiress smiled as the dream version of herself ripped out a silver knife and stabbed it into her Sire's thigh.“I shouldn't be happy about hurting Sire,” Abigail whispered. “Even if the knife hadn't done anything permanent.”“You should be proud,” a cold, sultry voice hissed.A third Abigail appeared, naked and. Brittany looked kinda like Valerie Bertinelli, with fairly long dark brown hair, usually about halfway down her back in length.I didn't know it until I got older, but our mom stripped three, sometimes four nights per week as a second job, leaving Brittany and I alone. But when she was home, she had no shame about barely wearing any clothes. Usually her and Brittany both would just wear t-shirt & panties around the house at night. As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I learned not to. I could feel the warm creamy cum building in his balls and knew that this stranger would soon be shooting his large load down my throat..The stranger bucked his hips forward as his orgasm hit and the cum erupted out of his cock and into my mouth. I didn't miss a beat or a drop; I sucked hard to finish swallowing his whole fresh load. I still couldn't get over what a rush it was to have a big load shot into my hot slut of a mouth. .The next 2-guys were a blur. All I could remember was my. Amy: ‘Hey babe!’ Amanda: ‘You fucking whore! How could you do that to me! You lied to me, and you fucked my man behind my back! I’m going to kill you!’ Amy: ‘No you’re not.’ Amanda: ‘Why the hell not?’ Amy: ‘Because you forget that even though no one believed Jack that those pictures were of you, I’m pretty sure they will believe mine.’ Amanda: ‘What?’ Amy: ‘Amanda, I set you up. I told Jack to send you that picture, because I knew you’d ask me for help to take pictures of you. You always come.