‘I don’t understand,’ she said, knowing that these words were also incomprehensible. The effort of leaning her head forward off the raft was exh...usting. Glade was overcome by the soreness of her arms and legs after the battering she’d endured on the stormy sea. ‘Please help me,’ she said as plaintively as she could in the hope that the meaning of her words might be understood. And then she fainted. Glade had recounted many tales to Ivory of the strange people she’d encountered in the Southern. ‘Oh no’ I thought. I was really going to die. The spirit before me started to drift closer. His essence seemed to be consuming me. Before I knew it, he was at the window. His eyes glowed red and looked frightening against his pale, colourless face. I suddenly realised there was still hope. I clutched the necklace around my throat and tugged it from my neck. I clasped the crucifix tightly in my palm and threw it towards the sinister spirit. He looked shocked. He was only stunned for a moment,. The clenching of their jaws is a unique and curiously certain sensation. So clear that I can almost see them, despite the total lack of light. Surrounded by a swarm of invisible, animated, fanged dentures, I continue my search. In a deeply unfortunate twist, something about this sensation feels strangely… good. It does. I can feel the cold sensually tickling the nipples it hardened, and, well, it’s hard to deny that I love to be bitten. The whistling about me turns finally to the howl I. I look over my shoulder and watch you finger your pussy. I take one of the hands off the steering wheel and start rubbing my cock as I watch, looking from the front, then back at you as I drive down the road. I hear a horn on a big rig blast, as he had been watching you finger you pussy. You blow a kiss to him before he turns off onto an exit on the highway. About half way to our destination, I notice a woman in a Honda Civic pull up alongside us. She keeps looking at you as she takes a hand.