"Well, I think they want to sell this place but people have complained that they have seen ghosts here." So, they should hire the "experts" to do this...job not us." Chris was not happy about going on a ghost hunt. "They did," Linda said as she cleared away the paper plates. "It seems that something happened to them while they were here." What, did they turn into bunnies or toads?" Chris said as he opened a can of soda."No, they were a man and wife team and it seems that the man attacked his. " She said finally. Minutes later the saucy little blonde lay on her back in the middle of the bed in back office, one hand massaging her own pussy, the other tweaking one nipple then the other. He held the camera tight on her vagina, keeping the microphone close to hear her moans of self inflicted pleasure. Eyes closed, pelvis tilted forward, she worked her own tender flesh hard and fast, fingers plunging between the surrendering folders of her labia. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes. The shocks stopped. She could see the studs as they waited for her strength to drain from her arms and legs. She turned to the man. He had sat back down in his chair and was finishing his breakfast. He watched silently as she battled with all her strength to stay away from the floor. She watched the indifference in his eyes as she slowly weakened.In the end she felt herself slipping down with her hands. She refused to beg the man for help, even if he would, which she doubted. Unable to grip. Jane and her tribe of course, brought turkeys from Mr. Butterballs's Farm. The day was filled with gaiety, drinking and celebration of a new way of life for everyone with many different foods from the tribes. Some brought pumpkin pies, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, maize and delicious yams.Upon arrival and seeing the enormous crowd of diners, Jane met with her host and asked, "Do we need a reservation?" No. You'll be on one of those soon enough," he winked."Huh?"As the day slipped into.