"Very well, may I sit so we can conduct business in a, more comfortablemanner?" she asked."Oh sure, I'm sorry." Jim was back on the defensive.As she s...at she undid the coat and slipped it from her shoulders. Jimtook the still wet coat and hung it, in an almost exaggerated show, onthe rickety coat stand. He looked at Mrs Smythe-Carter (hell he evenreferred to her this formally in his own thoughts). She wore a simple,but undoubtedly expensive cream angora sweater. Her sizeable breastsheaved. Higher, she says again. Are you sure? I ask. Yes please its sore. I move up past her knees and she lets out a soft sigh. She moves her legs apart a bit to make it easier for me to rub. As Im rubbing her upper legs and inner thigh my heart starts to race. My fingers and hands are dangerously close to her pussy. Then my mind just goes on auto pilot and my hands slip up under her shorts and begins massaging her inner thigh brushing across her pussy lips.Then I move up to where Im only massaging. They often abuse the mental link to their donors. Most of them usually kill off their donors once they grow tired of them. Those people are the vampiric equivalent of a common street whore. Bloodletting is a consecrated act, the gift of life a sacred bond. It is not something that can be offered up or taken lightly. Ethereal looked at him then, her hand reaching out to touch his sleeve, forcing him to look at her. You say that last part as if it were a bad thing, she said softly. He looked at. Aur maine apna lund ko mom ki gand par ragadne laga, mom excite ho rahi thi boli ab tu andar dal na! Mera lund bhi thora gila hone laga tha, ab maine apne lund ko mom ki gand me ghuserne laga aur thora andar gaya phir mainemom ke kamar ko pakad ke jhatke marne laga to mom ummm mmmm aahhhhhhh ummmmmm ummmmmmmmm ssssssssssssssss aahhhhhhh ummmmmm ke awaj ke saath puri tarah se chatpata uthi. Aur boli ab dhire dhire apni speed badh aur andar tak dalde, dard ke sath mom ko masti aa rahi thi. Ab to.