After three hundred and fifty years it really didn’t matter. She had stopped being Buffy the Vampire Slayer centuries ago. Now she was the Queen’s...whore?by choice. About a hundred years ago, the Gypsy Queen had showed up and offered to release her. Buffy had been thrilled at first until the Gypsy pointed that all her friends and family were dead and long buried. She would be going out into a strange new world with no support of any kind. Plus once she left here Buffy would begin to age.. She raked her nails over his back, her legs raised above his hips and locked at the ankles. Closer and closer, heat rose, desires burned like a branding iron searing through doubts, and denial to culminate in a fulfillment that went beyond fantasy. Her breasts bobs and he lifted one to his mouth to suckled running his tongue over it. He knows this is her temperature gauge for arousal and his tongue and lips raised it to new heights. Her breaths came in short spurts, his eyes on hers and the. We are all bisexual.He stood over me and asked me if he could talk to me. I got up and we started to walk slowly away from my friends. As we walked he said that he was very attracted to me and thought I was very beautiful. I was of course flattered. We went to the bar by the pool and he bought me a drink.During our conversation I found out he was 24 years old. When I told him my age,65, he was shocked.He thought I was maybe 50 at most. Again very flattered.I had to be the aggressor because it. ”Panicking Anya tripped over her own feet and landed on her knees, she knew they were bleeding but that was the least of her problems. “Thirty five, thirty four, thirty three.” Opening a random door Anya raced inside and as quietly as she could shutting the door, breathing deeply she reached desperately around. “Twenty three, twenty two, twenty one.” Yes a wardrobe, not much but it was the best she could do while practically blind and on a timer. Crawling inside Anya found herself praying it.