“Ohhhjeeessuuusss!” The first minor orgasm took her entirely by surprise, robbing her of breath but he didn’t even pause. His thrusting hips for...ed her knees hard against her breasts as he hammered relentlessly into her helpless body with a long, deep, machine-like pace. Slap-slap-slap-slap. Slap-slap-slap-slap. “Ohhhhhhhooowwwwww!” Moisture was pouring from her vulva as the Old Man’s shaft pistoned into her; a new wet sound echoed round the room. Shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap.. Things were little different here -- there were still remnants of snow back in the woods, and the mountain had notable patches of it, although there too, it was largely gone.It was only a short walk across the parking lot to the Appalachian Trail, heading up the side of the mountain. Duane would walk the first miles of the trail backward, going up to the top, and back at Christmas, when it had become clear that Cory wasn't going to be along, he'd asked Jason to join him for good wishes or. The dead really should stay buried.”Will gestured around. “This whole festival seems to imply otherwise.”“These are costumes, Will,” Jack rolled her eyes. “Well there might be some truth to the traditions, right?” Lace asked. “You just said the stories were all real.”“You think that the Traveler and her entire host, and any other spirits of the dead that happened to tag along, are here, wandering the crowd in disguise,” Jack asked mockingly.“Well, maybe not all here. This isn’t the only place. Whack!And a third time his hand came down landing again on my left cheek. “Please!” I cried.Whack!His hand came down, landing on my right cheek again. But it was lighter, softer and didn’t sting anywhere close to the first three. I was momentarily confused by this. But decided that while my ass was killing me, I was thankful he wasn’t as hard as he had been.Whack!He slapped my left cheek. Again it was softer, slightly harder than a slap.Smack! Smack!His hands found my cheeks again, each one.