"My parents were walking one day and the locos just shot them. I saw it but there was nothing I could do. I have been tracking them and shooting them ...hen I could. They are violent rapists. There are only twenty-three left now."They were chasing some people who shot a driver and caused one of their vehicles to crash. They had tracked them to fancy hotels and sent a larger party to capture or kill them earlier. It wasn't successful and they are looking for the ones who disturbed them."I came. Chris laughed out loud, "Um, ouch?" "What's the matter, worried?" "Me, my team has a quarterback." "Ok then, ten for the looser, that's a good number." "Ten how about a little more interesting? We'll go by the difference in the score?" "Oh, I don't think I could hit you that many times. But if you think you can handle it, OK" "Fine, may the best man win" Chris said emphasizing "man" "The only position I have to think about is your's, bent over," She said holding out her hand. Chris took it and. He collapsed on top of her, forcing his cock into the deepest of her colon. She winced in pain as the cum stung her deep. He kept pumping until he was completely empty. He withdrew his cock and laid down on the bed. His whores work had only begun as she started to clean his shitbl**dcum stained cock. It dripped as she worked. As he slowly became flaccid, he lifted his legs where she began to work on his waiting asshole. He gently pushed as a ben wa ball came out. She kept licking and her. They might even tell you the names of the ghosts: Mr. and Mrs. Tyler and Christina Garing, who once owned the house. Then they would once again emphasize that no ghosts lived anywhere near this charming little community.Except for that last part, they would be absolutely correct.On that bright, cheerful morning in the small town, signs of life had once again returned to the house after five years of emptiness. The garage door was open, revealing a modest, gray sedan and a mountain of boxes that.