She started to reach for the dirk she had hidden under the pillow she didn’t sleep on. Only to find it missing and at the same time she heard a chuc...kle that sent a chill down her spine. Then heat started to pool between her legs. Her frightened gaze flew to look at the source of the chuckle. Her eyes landed upon the very man - no vampire! - she was fighting. Ryder Xerxes, the King of the evil vampires. She pulled herself up into a sitting position before backing up into the carved headboard of. Both of them could hear the other occupants of the hotel passing by their room as they engaged in a sixty nine. The thought seemed to excite both women as they continued to pleasure each other with their tongues and fingers. However Sarah wanted more. For minutes, the women licked, sucked, fingered and more importantly pleased one another. Their tongues swirled inside the other’s anatomy and both of them could only think about how much of a better job they were getting from a woman than a man.. You see, by way of a tip, I had slipped the young lady a tightly rolled joint which she readily accepted. I had thought for a moment that she was about to bestow a kiss on my weathered brow, but she didn’t. As a note to the younger readers here… we old fogies’ still can get it up, and we harbor the same sinister thoughts about the opposite sex you do. Is that a surprise? If it is, you’re dumber than dog shit, pardon the expression. Anyway, there I was meandering along the street on a hot July. I had texted him during the day that I planned on giving him a special night, because I wanted him anticipating our night, and thinking about it all day. I know I was. That night when we finally headed into the bedroom, I asked him to take his clothes off and lay on the bed. I really wanted him to just relax and enjoy what I would be doing to him, so I told him to keep his hands on the bed frame. I dropped my robe to the floor, and climbed on the bed next to him. I started out just gently.