Tracy caressed it around the shaft and began stroking it.“Doesn’t that feel good?” She covered her hand, helping to rub his cock. “Feel it gro...wing harder in your hand?”“Yes,” she sighed, her heart rate increasing.“I bet you’d love to jerk him off or give him a blow job or better yet, let my husband fuck you!” She boldly suggested.Tracy’s heart pounded, face turning warm and red with excitement. “You’d let me do that to your husband?” She asked about her choices.“Yes I would, but more. I have asked a few of the older villagers to meet us there. None of them are really old enough to remember Ewan personally. Their parents would have done.’ We followed him across the road and into the chapel. It was a stone built building with a slate roof. Over the door was a date. 1874. The foundation stone was in Welsh. Inside were several elderly men and two women. They stood up to greet us in English. For some it was an effort to speak English. One of the women spoke. ‘Hello, Blodwen and. Maria jumped at the invasion. Lucy kept moving her finger in and out spreading the opening and getting it wet with cum dripping from Maria’s pussy. Maria was moaning in pleasure as the feelings from her butt spread to her pussy and clit. She was calming down and getting in a rhythm with the thrusts. Just as Maria started to move with Lucy, Lucy stopped and pulled her finger out. Maria screamed, “Now what are you doing? You keep taking me higher then leave me at the brink. I want to cum. Can. ‘I don’t know everything, I only know from experience. I am still alive and I have been in the sun so I know that is false. If you are beheaded and your body turned to cinders, you may not be able to regenerate,’ He explained. ‘Now I do know this,’ he continued, ‘vampires need blood to survive. I feed on the men who abuse women, abusive husbands, Johns and pimps who keep prostitution alive, rapists, peeping toms, stalkers. I am ever vigilant and take only those who deserve it. I hunt my quarry.