I was sitting across the room, my own dick hard as steel as I watched. My wife had sat up on the couch now, looking up at him lustfully and expectantl...y. "Show him what you've got, Jeff, show him what's going to be splitting my pussy in a couple of minutes," she said breathlessly."No problem, baby." With that, Jeff dropped his pants and underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Arching gracefully away from his crotch was the largest piece of man meat I had ever seen: it was. He was dressed as Zorro." I closed my eyes pretending to visualize. I knew exactly who he was. 'Lucky bastardo' is what I had called him. To be married to someone as hot as Meg had to be a lucky bastard. She was a petite brunette with a great character. Not only was she hot but also she was a fantastic person to boot. We got on really well and she was a great support for me after I had walked out on my wife. I was tempted to type in our old address but decided not to. Eight months ago I. Kenny moans hard on John’s cock and in no time at all, a powerful orgasm hits her. She keeps John in her mouth as she bucks in pleasure. Her legs shake as the orgasm slowly subsides, leaving her gasping for air and yearning for more. She runs her sensitive clit slowly as John gets out from under her. He watches her, kneeling on the couch, ass in the air. He strokes his cock, which is covered in her spit. Both of them know this night isn't over. He positions himself behind her, spitting on her. "Except it will, won't it?" Vampire hunters are something vampires have faced for hundreds of years. Vamps are smart, they are tricky, and once you start building a history of killing them, they'll know about it. People talk. Then they trap the trappers. Or come after you. Stay at it for very long and they adjust and then ... that's the ball game."Pipes nodded. "Carlo said something once, about his time in Nam. We had to be smart every time, be lucky every time ... and all they had to do was.