"No, David, they're definitely not dead, but they might as well be. No matter how thoroughly one looks, no-one has discovered where they are." Althoug... he couldn't see me, I frowned in frustration. "Look, David, I know I've based most of my knowledge on rumours and folklore, but lots of that has passed from generation to generation; more as a warning not to tempt fate. You know, the sort of thing you tell your kids: behave, or the Andramari will get you. But it can't be completely ignored." I. .. I guess so," Marcie said hesitantly, fascinated more and more by the handsome animal pawing the loose hay in front of her.Kathy moved quickly, leading the horse around to the front of the makeshift steps."Help me, Marcie. Oh God, I'm so hot," Kathy said with a quiver in her voice.The young girl climbed onto the boxes, draping her lithe body over the crates while her hot pert ass wagged invitingly in the air. Marcie thought her cousin looked strangely beautiful and vulnerable in this. She liked it hear and was going to stay here when she found the right job and was able to get her life back to normal. She is only about five feet two and very slim maybe 100 pounds top. She has light brown hair and has a classic 1950s look i call it. Hair curled and barely shoulder length. We became fairly good friends and sometimes i would buy her lunch out of friendship and she seemed thankfull for someone. Both groaned with the pleasure of his cock filling her wanting cunt. There was only the need for physical relief for both of them and Chris thrust into her welcoming wetness in a steady manner, their mouths were glued together in a kiss of pure lust, Chris's hands tweaking and pulling on her pointed breasts. Jennifer's hands were running all over his body, up his arms, fingers digging into his back then sliding down to clutch his flexing ass. Her legs were held up in a wide V bent at the knees.