It’s August, windy, and the heat blows through one sturdily barred window, barely stirring the heavy fog of cigarette smoke in the common room. I am...playing gin rummy with a woman named Cheyenne. Except her name isn’t Cheyenne. It’s Pat. Pat used to be a hotel manager until she discovered Shambala. Shambala, from what I can tell, is a place that existed thousands of years ago, populated by aliens and spirits who created our Earth as an experiment. ‘Not everyone on Earth has a soul,’ Cheyenne. Luckily though, she'd been having little climaxes here and there while having fun with Christine, so this one didn't totally wipe her out.However, Amy did need some time to recover. She stilled her hand on Christine's pussy, leaving the horny blonde aching for the release which was just beyond her reach. Amy also cleverly started to slide to the side while also keeping an arm and a leg draped over her. That succeeded in exposing more and more of Christine's perfect nude body to her master's. I whip my dripping cock out, dizzy with desire. I sit down and let you step on my dick with your warm, soft feet, pressing it hard against the cold floor. You put your weight on my aroused dick for an aching moment and then let go, over and over again. I am ready to burst. I want to take my time and suck on each of your toes, tasting a little of my own pre-cum, getting them wet. I run my hard cock between your toes, against the arch of each feet, rubbing it on the rough skin at your heel. I. "Guys welcome to fort Moonlight," Ryan pretending to talk like an airplane pilot.Ryan drove them through.As they drove, they saw lots of old abandoned houses as well as other age-old buildings and facilities.For a ghost town, it seemed beautiful. Driving through it was like taking a ride back in time, since the town hadn't changed much since the 19th century."Wow this town has a forest inside it. I take it that the werewolves would come out here at night, then attack the residents while they.