I found an open computer and went to my favorite website: the Unearth Arcana. A website dedicated to every supernatural phenomenon you could imagine, ...nd not just the usual bigfoot, UFO's, and end of the world prophecies. You could find someone explaining how the layout of the major cities of Europe fell on the leylines and were part of an ancient Druidic summoning spell to bring forth Samhain in the year 2035.I loved this shit; eager to see what the whackjobs had come up with next.Of course,. "She hesitated before continuing. "I'm single, alright?" So am I." And I'd heard that you could get a buzz..." Oh!" See, I should have shut up." No, no. It's alright. You look so embarrassed. You alright?" Yeah, I guess. God." So?" Huh?" So, Ellen, does it?" Give me a buzz?" Uh huh." Ahhh ... are you with the laundry police?" What the hell do they do?" Catch women getting off on the equipment, probably." No. No police." Yes, then. Yes, I was getting a buzz. Alright?" Very alright." Oh. Sorry,. He smelled musky but tasted sweat. I enjoyed sliding my tongue across his hairy, puckered hole. He groaned emphatically, playing with his steel-hard cock and then shoved my face into his crack by the back of my head till my nose was pressed up in it. Then he quickly turned around, his swinging dick hitting me in the face. “That’s it slut. Lick my balls now,” he said as he shoved his nutts in my face. I didn’t have to be told twice, slobbering and sucking on his round manly, sweaty globes and. She’d been married once, back in the eighties she told me, but it hadn’t lasted long and she’d retreated into the solace of all encompassing work after the dust settled. Time worked it’s magic and now here she was, just turned fifty and taking a six-week holiday for the first time in years. She’d taken up motorcycles at college and had always loved riding, it was her one vice, she said, ‘the thing she did’ to get away from all the cares of her world, and she told me she planned to take a ferry.