I shook my head."The woman is ready for him to feed on, Robert," another male voice said.I shook my head even harder and rolled over. I tried to swim ...back into the welcoming arms of nothingness."What is he doing?" male voices asked together."How would I know?" the British voice answered with anger. "I haven't been human in a hundred and fifty years."The swimming was not carrying me away from the voices; I was being dragged closer to them somehow.I swam harder."Wake, Miguel!" the British voice. Betty, by 1045 needed to pee quite badly. She wore a one piece swim suit that was broad at the crotch so that she did not have to shave her pubic hair. She lay face down and thought of a stranger raping her and cumming inside her. As her vagina began to get wet, she thought that she could just wet herself and no one would notice, She raised her head briefly and saw only a couple three hundred yards off to one side. It did not occur to her to look right behind her !!!Betty opened her legs a. He’s much older than me.” She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. “Want some.” “Sure, thanks. If I’m stranded I might as well take advantage of the situation,” I said, looking at her legs, slightly spread apart, her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs then at her tits straining her blouse. She saw where I was looking and smiled. She filled a juice glass and held it up to me. “We do not have fancy glasses on the farm.” I stepped closer and took the glass of wine from. " "But you never 'did' them?" I ask. I have to admit this talk is getting me even more aroused than I was to begin with. Another shrug. "Not really ...well, a little. I felt guilty a couple times so I sucked some tittie and fingered them off. But that was it." She looks at me for emphasis. "I'm straight, really. Girls are fun, but I'm not into pussy." I suspect that she's in denial, but I say nothing, just look at her, letting my silence encourage her to continue. "So yeah," she says finally,.