I was about ready to leave when a door opened and a man stepped out. He was holding a beer in one hand and a Mary Jane butt in the other. He was so st...ned that he had no idea that I was anywhere about. He finished the can of beer and threw the empty out of the open window. He put the butt between his lips and pulled out his penis to relieve himself against the wall. I guess that he didn't think of using the open window, but now I recognized the rancid smell in the hallway.He finished and. I continued to press, rising, and press down. I slipped fingers underneath me to feel how much was still to go. I found only a few inches of cock not inside me and I smiled. I had never felt so full, so utterly, completely full of cock.I looked at him and he was watching me intently. He smiled up at me, “I can’t believe you almost have it all. You’re proof that the capacity of a woman’s vagina is not dictated by her physical size.”I smiled, then grunted. I was determined to finish this, not. She knew that even in the moon light, the sight was generally intimidating to small minded humans. ‘Do intend to follow me home human?’ she questioned. It took her a moment to calm the sudden frenzy that always came with producing her fangs. Though, she’d already fed, there was something about the man before her that incited a heated hunger that she’d never experienced before. ‘Probably.’ he nodded honestly, not seeing the point in denying what would later make him a liar. He wasn’t sure what. I grasped at straws. My folks are divorced. My Mom, believe it or not, married some guy in Denmark. My Dad bagged everything and took what he could from the divorce settlement to buy a party boat in Florida and takes charters or day trippers out into the Gulf for some big fish. Both my brother and sister got married and moved out west. Don went to Vegas and Lana and her husband moved to Texas. However Polly's family, what there is of it, still live nearby. Her father died in Afghanistan doing.