”Rapture flooded Britney as her mother's fangs sank into her neck. Britney's heart beat faster, eager to pump blood into her mother's mouth. Donna m...oaned, sucking the blood gushing into her mouth. Her hips undulated faster, grinding against Britney's pussy.“Yes, yes, yes, Mom,” gasped Britney. “Feed from me. Grow strong. I love you.”“Love you,” moaned Donna before she latched onto her daughter's neck again.The garage spun about Britney as the rapture of being fed on mixed with the heady rush of. It is so nice to meet you," she gave me the woman handshake, the one where you just open-handedly clasp fingers limply. "It is so exciting to actually meet people from another world!"I giggled, "That is one way to put it. I fainted dead away when I realized that I was living on another world. I am the only one in the reception line who was born on earth, as a man."Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, "You mean you are him ... err, her?" I'm afraid so Mrs. Blatherwick," I admitted, blushing up a. My cock was already hard, pressing against my pants and showing her that she'd turned me on from the moment she entered my office. My mouth grew dry, as I licked my lips to try and wet them."What if someone comes looking?" I asked."No one's here, everyone's gone home. Besides, I don't give a fuck anymore. I need you. I need your cock deep inside of my wet cunt, right here, right now," she demanded.I tossed my coat and bag to the floor, and I rushed to Sam. The force of my approach pushed Sam. I'm not sure if it has any traction, but I wanted you to know about it." That's very interesting. Thanks for the heads-up. I'll make sure that the scotch gets better in here. To be honest, I don't understand what they're thinking. In every way, what we're doing is better for everyone except the middlemen freight brokers and the old school truckers, who sent their drivers out for weeks without a way to see their families. They ate crap in greasy spoons and lived in a box smaller than a prison.