Pat sold his travel trailer and hired an old school mate to move every thing out of the building in Charlston. The day before the closing date on the ...uilding in Charlston Pat and Crystal flew down and rented a car, they checked into a motel and had a fine meal and a good nights sleep. The addition to the shop was well under way and Pat's school friend was ready to send a crew to move the contents of the building. Closing the next morning took less than an hour. Pat had a cashiers check for one. "Abagail," he growled in ecstasy."Mmm, delicious," she purred, releasing his cock and leaning down to tongue at Vicky's slit."Tease," he panted.With the flavor of her husband's blood lingering on Abigail's lips, she buried her mouth into Vicky's deflowered cunt. Her virginal blood seasoned the salt of Damien's jizz leaking out of her pussy and Vickie's tangy juices.The combination burst with flavor on Abigail's tongue. The vampiress drove it deep into Vicky's hot flesh, licking up their juices. Beneath the first sentence were these words: HAVE YOUR FUTURE TOLD.Kim walked in. There was bell-ringing sound.Inside the shop were all kings of souvenirs. Statues. Crystals and stones displayed inside and on top of glass counters. She saw a poster of an Indian woman with an eye in the middle of her forehead with her two normal eyes closed. She also saw poster of Niostradamus: The Man Who Saw Tomorrow and a poster of Edgar Cayce, America's leading psychic.Kim realised that this was the front. Look at them, let them see pleasure written all over your face. Keep watching them until I have finished with you."I dutifully turned my head to the left and pressed back onto his cock as he hammered his man meat into me. I loved the feel of his balls slapping into me with a vengeance. I moaned out loud for my watching public, the three men whose cocks I had already sucked."You're loving this Slut. You faggots love a pounding don't you, here it comes."With that, he thrust into me violently one.