He could imagine the clear water shimmering beneath the sun, but it was covered in a layer of floating sand now, carried in by the storm.Ahead of them...was the entrance to the palace proper, an ornate archway built from huge blocks of ochre-colored marble, streaks of white ore trailing their way across the stone. It didn’t seem to be held together by cement, it was self-supporting, the arch tapering into thick pillars that held up the structure.As they made their way towards it, he glanced. And then his lips are at my ear, his tongue finding the one spot that seems to have a direct line to my pussy. He’s telling me to beg for it, and God help me, I can’t stop myself. I need to feel this man inside me and plead for him to give me what I need. I reach for his zipper, but I only find in the next moment they’re pinned to the wall beneath his hand. My back arches away from the wall as his mouth sucks my nipple hard, teeth grazing. I feel the rough jolt of his other hand unfastening his. Her voice had a lyrical ring to it, but it was a high tenor or low alto in pitch. "I see only you, the boy and these women. Where are others? Are they at cave, helping Mugli and Monaton?" The two in the cave are dead. I'm sorry." I replied. Shanana handed me a cup of the fluid she had been brewing so I gave it to the girl. "We are the only ones here. I killed the bear and the girls helped clean you up." I thought better of telling her how we tried to undress her and our discovery. That could. Mind made up, Kristin climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As she passed the door to her mother's room, she heard a rhythmic squeaking and a low-pitched moan.Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her on his knees, ramming his cock into her mother's.