Her eyes fluttered as if she would black out from the pain. I shook her violently so she couldn’t black out and I sank my fangs deep into her neck. ...The blood poured into my mouth and I could “taste” her memories and her pain. I drank my fill as the struggle in her slowly faded away and her eyes slowly closed. The color faded from her skin and her heart slowed and then stopped and I knew she was dead.I wrapped her body up in the bed sheets and hoisted it over my shoulder with great ease and. I haven’t started sweating yet, but I’m sleeping better. After I came back from la-la land that is. They also want me to start working with a speech therapist they had mentioned that before but I hadn’t followed up as 1. It doesn’t make sense to me. I know how to place my tongue and shape my lips. I can’t get my brain to send the damn signal. 2. I only have so much money to put toward co-pays and meds. 3. I only have one day a week to fit in my, my wifes and my kids, various appointments. I. Then I was thrilled to get some pictures of Katie putting on her stockings and attaching the garters. Then we did a series of photographs where the bridesmaids helped her into her dress, bringing it down over her head, and her looking at herself in the mirror. When we were done, they took the dress back off and took Katie to the living room where they worked on doing up her hair for the wedding. I got a few shots and then put the camera down for while trying to quietly collect my breath. I. Then up her legs. Feeling every inch of her with my mouth I kiss up to her shorts and unbutton them. Pulling them down I see her all back thong. I kiss it then pull it down. Under her skirt I start to play with her pussy. I massage it with one finger, then two. I dart my tongue in and out and start to spin it around. I kiss her clit and lick up and down the inside of her pussy lips. I run down her taint, and kiss her asshole. It tastes so sweet. And she I kiss back up to her pussy. I spend my.