“I was just thinking about Justina,” I said with a sad smile, “I had hoped you’d be her first, but it seems she’s too impatient.” “I’m not doing anything with her until Angela’s out of her head.” Brandon said. “You humans are so prudish about incest,” I smiled, “it’s completely normal in many races.” “It might be normal for sex-fiends like you,” Brandon smirked down at me, “but it is not natural.” “Yes, it is!” I insisted, “If you raise a family of dogs, cats, or any other manner of anal beasts, the brothers and the sisters will grow up, and they’ll mate with one another one-hundred percent of the time.” “And then half their children will be born retarded,” Brandon countered, “and the other half will be sterile.” “You know,” I smiled coyly as we rounded another corner, “when you make Angela a body, you’re going to have to make every part of it. You’re going to spend pain-staking hours working on each little detail of her vagina.” “You’re fucking disgusting.” Brandon grumbled, though he was grinning. “Oh, you know I am.” I smirked back, pressing my body deeper to his. We stopped at the end of an alleyway, where a studded-iron wood door stood blandly against a stone wall. To most, it would seem an unimportant feature of an unimportant dead-end, but a knowing eye would spot the spiraled symbol carved into the flagstone next to the door. I drew my dagger, cut a thin line into the tip of my forefinger, and then let the blood drip onto the carved symbol. The door opened with a foreboding creak, and a pair of big, crimson eyes peered at us from the dark. “Tera Autumnsong,” a soft, feminine voice whispered mature from the shadows, “I was delighted to get your message; I was wondering if I’d ever see you again.” “Gloria,” I blowjob smiled, “it’s been too long.” “Indeed, it has,” Gloria said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.” “Unfortunately, no.” I said, patting Brandon’s arm comfortingly before he pissed himself. “Keeping this one for yourself, hmm?” Gloria replied, her red eyes searching me, “You certainly look well-fed.” “He’s delicious,” I smirked, “but he’s not mine.” “No, I see that now.” Gloria said, her gaze threesome gleaming hungrily in the dark, studying the terrified god on my shoulder, “So, he’s not your dinner, and he’s not mine, and you brought him all the way from…” sniffing sounds wafted from the darkness as the vampire took Brandon into her nostrils, “wheat, barley, cow shit… Towerhead? You still live in that shithole?” “Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, “That’s blonde my home you’re talking about!” “And it’s a shithole,” Gloria responded, her red eyes narrowing, causing Brandon to shrink back, “but Tera’s never wasted my time before, so she must have a good reason for bringing a hillbilly to my doorstep. Come in, both of you.” I dragged Brandon with me through the threshold, and the door promptly slammed behind us, the clang of the metal latch punctuating the sudden sound. Gloria was as stunning as she’d always been. She had the most pronounced cheekbones I’d ever seen, and they structured a face of exotic, gothic beauty. Full, blood-red lips matched the hue of her almond-shaped eyes, and contrasted the unnatural paleness of her youthful complexion. Her dark eyebrows seemed to constantly bow inwardly, giving her portrait a slightly-menacing expression. Jet-black hair tumbled from her crown in luxuriant curls, and rested upon her narrow shoulders, framing a pale bosom that was barely contained in her corset. "I guess," Lana said. The restaurant was too public, and I was too worked up to think straight. Tony finally stopped talking to the man then came over to me and took me to a ***********ion of ball gags. He could see the red Toyota, with New Jersey tags, clearly from where he sat. ONE...TWO...THREE...” A torture chamber! Her ensuing sobs with each corresponding trust of my dick was almost blonde as good. "DEEPER UP MY ASS", she shouted craving deeper orgasms as she opened her legs wider and wiggled her fanny to allow more hands and fingers to violate her asshole and pull her ravaged wet vagina wide open for all the horny punks. He stumbled back, dropping his sickle. Together we came up with this idea. The small parting the robe made between her legs only hinted at a better glimpse of what lay underneath. We left them to it and went and watched the silly games. She was a supportive kind of girl. as my body takes the now-jack hammer drives of my lover. “I think that we need to mature drink more.” “Put these on,” she says as she blowjob hands them to me. And his aunt. He was a disappointment; a bit on the small side and lacking in the skill to provide his partner with any pleasure. Mind you, once he explained it I was happy to have a go. When I used my thumbs to rub her hard threesome nipples, she let out a low moan, “Ummm”. “You wish, moron.” Sitting up, she reached over to him and began stroking his still engorged cock through his pants. I’m sure Liz, Alisha, and Chrissy will be there as well. Damn if this one anal wasn't even more enthusiastic than her daughter.