Eventually I drift into a light sleep, but it’s soon broken, I squint at the clock 1.54am. I can’t get comfortable in a strange bed, not even in a... plush hotel, let alone here. I’m sure I can hear something next door. It’s Jen’s Mom and Dad. “No Derek, we’ve got guests, we can’t.” Derek didn’t take no for an answer and the familiar sound of lovemaking soon filtered though. It shouldn’t be a turn on, but my cock is rising. I’m listening to Jen’s Mom and Dad fucking. For an older couple they seem. .. " She stood up, taking those breasts away from my hands. The sudden brush of the basement's cooler air against my palms, after the warmth of her skin, made goosebumps jump out on my arms. One smooth motion and the shirt was back up amd onto her shoulders, her fingers working at the buttons. I thought I had done something terribly wrong somehow, until she looked at me, grinned and said, "Look, I'll be right back. Don't go away or anything." She stepped through the curtain and it had no soomer. "The client naturally rejected their design and actually talked to several other firms before he remembered my protests during his initial meeting with the firm I worked for. He returned and we discussed the possibility of me designing his home, but my contract with the firm prevented me from producing any alternate designs. That is why I came up with the contest idea."The man continued. "Well, your design proved to be exactly what the client wanted and he's been talking to his friends, but if. ”Hannah looked as her mother started to tear up. “I never knew.” She told her.“None of your sisters did. As far as he knew, I was just an average human woman from a small village in Tuscany and not a demon that feeds on human beings. He was a healer first and foremost. I can’t count how many people he helped with illness, injuries, or just to make sure that their families were taken care of. All he wanted to do was to help people. It was the best 15 years of my very long life.” She explained..