He was a year older than me and my guess is I was around nine or ten. The den was coming along really nicely. Private, secret, with a hidden entrance ...eading into a short tunnel under the bales that led into the little chamber we had opened out, then covered using lengths of timber and a few bales on top. We had worked hard and were happy to relax inside our masterpiece, enjoying the privacy and isolation.The problem with our wonderful moment of completion was....what next? We talked about it. I looked at her and asked, "Do these ever get soft? I have been running around with this foot long hard on since I fed on that rapist." They won't go soft on their own. Our male equipment is where we store the male energy that we take from others, but when the energy you have passes the level you had before you became a vampiress, and since, for most of us, that level started pretty low, it doesn't take much to give us a perpetual hard on. As you get older and feed more and more, you're can get. " You have been helping the infidels to desecrate our temple to our ancestors! You have helped them to invade our sacred place. It will take us months to purify the holy sanctum!" Oh, please, neither they nor I understood the problem. We thought you were bandits who were trying to kill us so that you could steal our belongings. We had no idea that you held the ancient structure to be sacred. The people we were protecting were trying to understand and preserve the structure and the beautiful. Momi chillaii, “uiiii iiiiiii iiiii maaaaaa uhuhuhhhhh oh raja mera, aise hi kuch der hilna dulna nahee, hi! Bara jaleem hai ja bich me ghusa ke apne kamar ko hilane lagi aur is tarah se mom bhi ab help karne lagi. Aur ab mai mom ke ek chuchi ko jor jor se dabane laga aur apne kamar ko hilane lagaaur apne kamar ko bhi hila rahe tha. Mom mere har ek jhatke ke sath ek ajib si awaj nikal rahi thi. Kuchh der ke baad mai bola “kya ho raha hai?” to mom boli haaa. Mazaa aa raha hai. Umm… ssssss ….