I never thought a girl could blush that much. She'd throw herself face down on the bed and cover her face with both hands. "I can't believe I just tol...d you that," she'd say, "I'm so embarrassed."Two things were very clear; the more embarrassed she got the more excited she became and she'd always end up face down with her ass in the air which I found very charming.I always say it was the miracle of the Honeymoon. My beautiful, demure bride confessed all her naughty thoughts and was transformed.I. The man from the cellar was there, the one who made me drink his blood. He was telling me to calm down, no one was going to hurt me. He kept talking to me in this soothing, quiet voice, but I was so angry. Why? What was wrong? But he told me to go back to sleep and that seemed like a good idea so I curled up on the bed. My tail thumped against the bed a few times before I went back to sleep.Wait. My tail?Confused, I forced my eyes open again. White walls, shaded windows, faint beeping, and a. I had a good start on a midlife beer belly.“It’s not the size of the tool shed that matters,” she replied, “it’s the tools under the shed.”Now it was my turn to blush. The wine was working. inhibitions be damned. I silently toe-to-heel removed my tennis shoes, stood up and slipped out of my t-shirt, dropping my shirt on to my chair. I stripped out of my jeans, fully aware that my raging hard-on would be barely hidden by my bikini brief underwear. I dove head-first into the pool. My bikini. I licked around his tip in a circular motion as if I was licking a dark chocolate ice-cream cone. It was amazingly hard and I wanted more. I noticed him getting all hot and bothered and knew I must’ve been doing something right. I began to slowly suck on the head of his cock, which drove him crazy because that’s when the moaning started. I bobbed slowly up and down on his cock, remembering to use my tongue whenever possible. He was getting more and more hornier so I had to step up the process..