We hadn't been in love for the last fifteen of those years, or intimate for the last twenty. I suppose we stayed together mostly out of habit. But, as they say, a man has needs. The women in the saloons knew me as a moderately generous, if not rough lover. While I usually found my nights with one woman or another refreshing, my partners were usually somewhat worse for wear in the cold morning light. It was my habit to chose one of the younger women for my nights pleasure. I had generally come into town every second or third week for supplies and a night away from the farm. I had spent the day before making arrangements with the bank to act as agent blowjob for the farm, collecting rents and holding them on deposit against my needs. On the morrow, I planned to leave for St Louis, having felt the need to move on. The door of my room swung open quietly. I had intended to leap to my feet to deal with the intruder, but seemed to be held in place. My visitor was a youth of fifteen or sixteen years, dressed in good, but baggy clothes. He casually walked around me, studying me from anal all sides. “Be at ease,” he said, “I mean you no harm and all will presently be made clear.” He continued to study me for a time. I found I was unable to utter a single word. After a few minutes, a woman entered the room and without a word, lay down upon the bed. He closed the door, setting the latch homemade and pulled a chair to face me. “Your name?” he asked. I told him, surprised I could speak. “Sam,” he said, “for the short time we shall be together, you may call me 'Richard'. I nodded. “Sam,” he went on, “You and I are of a kind.” He went on to describe us as something akin to those unfortunates in Europe, often referred to as vampires. He went on to tell me that we didn't need to drink blood or avoid sunlight, but fed on the life force of those around us as well as ordinary food. We were long lived and baring accident or unfortunate encounters might asshole well be considered very nearly, immortal. He placed his finger tips against my temple, closing his eyes for a moment. My mind filled with amateur strange thoughts and feelings. I put my own used clothes deep in my wardrobe, including the shorts Baxter used to fuck his toy, which I was planning on retrieving later. “I answered,” Ian said, tossing his toast back on his plate. As the large dildo slid easily into her anal dripping cunt; homemade she moaned as it hit her G spot. “You sure you can handle it?” He teased. Then, the other day, I found my neighbor and his family butchered, his wife and oldest daughter raped. In fact, he could cum again. That asshole I had unleashed all her passion. "Tell blowjob me everything that happened. They moaned and groaned like two wild beasts, bringing each other unbearable pleasure mothers and sons shouldn't experience together as they peaked in unison, their naked bodies merging with blissful pleasure. Not a lover amateur or a sex slave, but someone who loved her brother's cock, a change of pace from the lesbian delights I normally enjoyed with Mr. Armstrong's daughter, Stefani, and other women. It twirled all over the dick and I licked the whole meat. So she sat there hunched. A wicked surge ran through me as she pulled her digits out of my mouth then sauntered to the bed. And know that you can always find me when you wish.