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They each finished one glass and part of another before Harold set the basket on the ground and folded the thin tablecloth so that it was three layers thick on the tabletop. “Just as hard, but not as lumpy as a corn cob mattress,” he said as he arranged his coat to provide just a little more cushion on the table top. “You know that we don’t feel things like that anymore,” she said as she slipped her dress down her legs and folded it onto the bench. “But I can see it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, “so it’s like I can feel it.” In a few minutes, they were naked in each other’s arms on the strange table that was now their bed. Their lovemaking was slow and deliberate, as if they had all the time in the world. Afterwards they lay in each other’s arms and watched the moon move across the sky. They held each other lightly throughout the night as they relished the feel of another human body alongside them. As they lay entwined, they both imagined that there was true warmth between them and the cold feel was just because of the crisp night air. “It will be light soon,” Harold finally said. Shelly pulled herself partially up on top of him, kissed him and said, “If we time it right, hentai we can finish just as the sun comes blowjob up.” “I’m not sure I can time things that well,” he replied softly. “That’s why I’m going to be in control,” she answered and finished pulling herself over him so that she could impale herself on his maleness. She then began a slow rocking motion that sometimes sped up and sometimes slowed down as they both moaned softly. Just as the sun broke over the horizon, there was a loud groaning shout and they both disappeared. About an hour later, a beat up, gray jeep rumbled down the dirt path to the small cotton field on the edge of The Middle Ground. It stayed close to the trees as it wound around the edge of the field and up to the anime square patch of grass and weeds with a picnic table in the middle of it. “Let me get this straight,” the young woman in the passenger seat said. “Your great-great-great grandmother set up a trust in your family that requires that you bring a picnic basket out here every Halloween night?” “Yup,” the man answered. “And then you come back out in the morning and pick it up?” “Yup.” “I thought all that Day of the Dead stuff was set out on people’s graves for the day after Halloween,” she said, sounding slightly bewildered. As he picked up the basket and started putting the cumshot plates, wine glasses, and the empty wine bottle back into it, he said, “This isn’t Day of the Dead stuff. Hardcore It goes back before that was ever heard of around here. And this...” gesturing to the area outlined by the brick foundations... “IS a grave.” He stood silent for a moment and then continued, “Besides, somebody, or something, actually eats the food and drinks the wine. Some of the locals brave enough to come down here on Halloween even claim that they can hear voices and moaning coming from here throughout the night.” He started folding the tablecloth, but then stopped and held it out in his arms. Looking at it, he said, “And they always refold the tablecloth so it just fits on the top of the table.” “They?” she asked. “My great-great-great grandmother’s sister Shelly and her husband Harold,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice normal. “They got fire lynched on their wedding night.” When she asked what fire lynched was he pointed to the foundations. Even after the many decades, there was still a scorched look to the inside of the bricks, and the ground inside the foundations looked... different... from that in the field. "Tongue, you want tongue?" It’s almost anime impossible to tell most Hutts apart, being a near universal shade of puke green, but Beelma was unique in that he had more of a dark brown shade to his skin. “I’m sorry honey, Hardcore the only way now is to get it off of me. I don’t think we’ll be able blowjob to get it back into the bottle at this point.” I stared at Kristina. Her expression softened into pain. I asked, wanting more details. I’m going to die tonight.” Vern let out a solitary tear. Jeff turned and left cumshot Deb and her husband Mike in the stall. Then she pulled dad's thing out of his pajamas and sucked on it. Saying yes meant she would be fucking these guys for hentai as long as they wanted.