They went inside when the drums might be heard and talked loudly, sang, or even fought with each other so that they would not hear the drums of Faysea...Mound.Near the shore where the twilight drums could be heard, was the town of Wildmoor Beach. There was never a need for a curfew in this town for at sunset every citizen was inside with as many other citizens possible, drinking, singing, laughing, and talking to drown out any chance they would hear the drums. Stories about the Fayseans had grown. I’ve finished my lunch and give one final look around before I leave, perhaps it is time to just accept that he that he got what he wanted and he’s moved on to his next conquest, someone who is more trainable. I still don’t completely understand what that meant. Internet searches were no help, with nothing more than the word “training” to go on, the results were all over the map from training a dog, to potty training, to ab workouts, nothing that I could make sense of where he is. Ratchet never wore underwear, and presently, his knob boldly pushed up against her portal. He looked down triumphantly, watching his dick-head nudge its way between her pussy lips.‘No more stretched out cougar cunts for me,’ he thought with delight. Then, with both Laura’s arms pinned, he rapidly entered her. As she gasped, he groaned with satisfaction. ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘not so fucking prissy anymore.’Wide-eyed, Laura experienced the biggest knob than she had ever had inside her. Strangely,. “Happy anniversary honey. You remember Steve. We were watching one of your favorite pornos and got carried away.”Kathy looked at John and said, “When did you start sucking cock?” While talking, Kathy removed her blouse and skirt. Kathy’s tits were held up by her red lace bra, which barely held her 44’s in.“Quite a while now”, John said, “and I like to give and take a hard on up the ass also.” John look down Kathy’s body to the bald pussy between her parted legs. “Looks like you enjoyed.