The hardness of the young man’s equipment matched his muscled flesh that pummeled the Princess like she was a block of clay to be molded into his ow...n liking. His was a fiery furnace of desire that drove them all into a frenzy of arms, legs and secret places that needed an ultimate climax exploding in creamy cum and happy faces.It turned out that the other two girls were related sisters but had been brought up in different households because one was dark-skinned albeit a more chocolaty like a. ”Her voice was almost hypnotic as her hand moved against my throbbing member and I knew she’d take me past the point of return in a few seconds. I watched her tits wobble as she stroked me and her eyes glanced up at me as she said, “You are close aren’t you? I can feel it building up, I’m ready if you are.” And her hand became a blur as I groaned and felt the first contraction of my prostate. A small amount of cum oozed out of my cock and she quickly wrapped her fingers around my cock and. Life was good for all.The villagers were eagerly anticipating the great festival of All Hallows Eve, held every year at the Van Tassel Manor house, the social event of the season. People from all around would come by boat, carriage, or on horseback, to party the night away. When the day arrived, servants were scurrying about meeting boats at the dock, gathering the children for games, prepping and serving mountains of food.The adults partaking in a great feast featuring three pigs, countless. ”“For the story to be scary, it needs to be real,” Jen complains.“This is real, I saw the ruins of the tower on my Europe trip last summer. This village was all about this event in their history. They had a museum with really old paintings, with like goblins and orcs running over the nearby landscapes. There was even a skeleton of a cat person, you could see the tail bones and everything.”“Strange how with all that evidence, we still haven’t heard about this catastrophic event before,” you joke.