Cindy and Sally lay on their backs on the bed and waited for Tom to please them, he got in between Sally’s legs and gently licked her pussy, Cindy c...uld see his cock hanging down all limp, his balls empty from what he just exploded into her, she played with her pussy, as he Tom paid all his attention to Sally, he slowly pushed his fingers into her pussy like a small cock gently moving them in and out, he moved his other hand into Cindy’s pussy and rubbed her G spot, unable to refuse Tom. His home, the home of his childhood, small and remote, standing in a cleft of the undulating hills, just as it always had, just as it always would, he supposed. White washed walls and red tiled roof welcomed him back.Nothing different, nothing changed.The gate was still swinging in a lazy arc, faintly creaking, the noise being carried on the breeze that always came up the valley. The same breeze as always, that brought the tang of salt from the briny channel, a mile on the other side of the. What had looked to her like a felled tree was actually some kind of reptile. It almost looked like a leatherback turtle, but as long as a man was tall and shaped more like a salamander, its stubby legs emerging from the mud as it grumbled at Sleethe and pulled itself along. It had been perfectly camouflaged, its tough hide textured like bark and covered in green markings that resembled moss, its tube-like body writhing along the ground like an eel as it made its slow escape. She could make out. He thought he saw something else in them as well. He reached up and pulled her head down to his and kissed her. She jerked back and smiled. It was not a friendly smile.“Ledger, for both our sake’s, never, ever try and take such liberties with me again.” Her face was now cold and blank. Her eyes said death if anybody else had tried it with her.“Yeah, right,” he agreed. “I’ll just be going now, Brena. Thanks for the water.” He pulled a small stone from a pocket and concentrated on it. He tossed.