Ancient burial sites, unexplained deaths, missing people; this place had it all. But that was mostly just kids’ stories, trying to scare each other ...nd coming up with any old crap. She was old enough now to know better. Not that it made it any easier as she slowly climbed the small stone steps into the building."Hi!" she began with a friendly smile as she greeted the miserable looking receptionist.There was no response. The receptionist was about 50, hunched over and staring at Leanne blankly. Her pussy was perfectly smooth, little more than a dripping slit between her legs.And the smell coming off of Trixie was intoxicating. It brought out something primal in Cadence, the same feeling she had experienced yesterday when fucking Kelly. Cadence sat forward suddenly and grabbed Trixie's hair, yanking her down to her knees. At the same time, she pulled her skirt down and then tossed it on the floor.Trixie's eyes got wide when she saw the large, thick cock before her. "Fuck, I didn't. “You never could control yourself, brother. Always impulsive, always demanding instant gratification. It was that same impulse that got Mahmoud killed,” she added viciously, seeing the anger flash in Hakim’s eyes. Michaela took note of the overtly adversarial relationship between the two siblings. Fatima seemed to relish goading her brother. At the same time, whatever hope had stirred in Michaela when she had heard that voice yell ‘Stop!’ was now quickly waning. This woman seemed every bit as. As we stood close to one another, I asked if she'd like to take me with her that night.When we were situated in her car, I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. I placed my left hand behind her head, and I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed frantically, as though she'd been starved. Then I felt her hand between my legs and rubbing across the hard bulge in my pants. I was eager for her. As soon as we closed her motel room door, she was in my arms and we were deeply kissing. I ran my hands.