.." blurted the boy who was concerned for his older brother of 15 years. "What?!..You children know better tha to go exploring in there...the Marshall... put signs up warning all the townsfolk to stay away from there!" said Rebecca..whose husband was the town marshall...John Temple. "Sorry Ma'am...but Jimmy..he wanted to see if the legend of the Ghost of Ol Man Murdock's Mine is real...I couldn't talk him out of it..." replied Billy who was close to tears.Rebecca realised that something had to be. Dan always used the same taxi driver and recognised the car in the distance. Swerving to miss the numerous potholes on the sand and dirt road, it entered the square spinning up plumes of sand. Getting out of the taxi Ray paid the driver, grabbed their bags, and made their way into the garden of sand. Stopping just inside, Ray and Bridget eyed the garden and its fruit trees growing around the edge of the whitewashed walls."How the hell can you grow fruit trees in sand?" Ray said nudging. I got up to undress and she followed. She was sitting on the armrest of the couch, she grabbed my cock and started to suck me. After some time, I leaned toward her and I kissed her full on the lips to blend our tastes. We let us slip to the ground, I placed myself above her and I started to penetrate her. The moans are given way to real screams. We fucked like wild b**sts on the floor. She screamed her pleasure. We then returned to the sofa where I started fucking her doggy stile. 20 years old. Cruel and callous in her commands and comments.The drill Sergeant personified... but in female form.After a quarter of an hour’s marching, the girls were put to their bending and stretching exercises. Now even more agonising than before, of course. Quentin had to keep reminding himself that each of them was carrying a fifty-pound pack.Incredible!He wondered when the first one would drop.But the threat of being on Report seemed to drive each one on and on... and on... and on.“Seen enough?” asked.