My fangs came out, and I drank from Mattie, sensing her soaring bliss. In her mind, she became my thrall, just as she was to Damien. I luxuriated in t...he soaring pleasure as she came even stronger than with Damien, our bodies urging each other into blazing release. She fell to the side, freeing Bobby's dick, twitching and groaning with pleasure. I mounted my son, and showed him my now bloody fangs. He stared at me with wonder and desire, as we both drew near our climax.I buried my head in his. He swallows as I moan and squeeze his hair and thrust my hips. He squeezes as I cum, intensifying my orgasm so I yell, ohhh!. He takes the last of my cum, one last suck on the head, and he looks up at me. He is beautiful, and I love him. I kiss him, deeply and passionately, becoming hard as I do. He feels this and becomes erect again too. I ask him to let me fuck him. He smiles and agrees. Anything., he says. I get him to his hands and knees, his pretty, pale, round bottom displayed to me. I. I wish I could find a man who could make me feel the same way my beautiful stranger did with his wicked hands and tongue. The end of the class came faster than I thought, but even in the hallways I couldn’t focus on anything else than my dream. Deep down, I wished everything was real. I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going, when suddenly I ran into a hard chest. I heard a low growl and hands came to steady me. ‘Watch your step woman, you don’t want to get hurt by running into. I was back at square one, in Hell. God she'd looked so pretty. Back home I drank until numb. It didn't work. In a moment of weakness, influenced by alcohol, I pulled out my cell phone and typed a message.'So sorry. I was wrong. I miss you so much. Please forgive me.'That message sat on the phone for half an hour waiting for me to push the send button. Visions of her filled my mind, so beautiful, such a special girl. With a deep breath, I steeled myself. Just do it, I admonished myself. My thumb.