I would also say I am indebted toher for some kind words and encouragement after reading my firstchapter.My second acknowledgement is to an incredible... woman and author, KellyAnn Rodgers. She is, in my opinion, the finest writer on the web. Sheis my muse and inspiration. Her writings and subsequent correspondencehave changed my life. Thank you Kelly Ann!Having said all that, everything within this story is exclusively mylabor and a product of my warped imagination. Any sentence. We pay the bill and head to the room. As we close the door, I spin her around and drop to my knees. I start at her ankles and work my way up her legs. I rub my face on her legs. I slowly lift her dress and to my surprise, she is not wearing any panties, just a garter. I get so hard. I bury my head into her crotch and inhale the sweet scent of her wetness. She moans as she pushes the back of my head into her. Her legs part and my fingers slide into her slit. She shudders as she parts her legs. "Ok, who wants to start telling the story about this ghost town?" asked Ryan.They all looked at Hector."Hector, since you are the smart one here, why don't you tell us!" winked Leo.Hector sipped his beer can and then started.They all knew the story roughly, which was why they had planned for this trip in the first place. The telling of the story was to remind them again what the story of the town was about. The purpose of telling the story inside Fort Moonlight itself, was to see how scared any. I thought they were done and Frank would be getting dressed to go home but I didn't hear him leave.After about ten minutes I heard noises starting again. They were going for seconds. "Shove your wonderful cock in me, Frank. I need it so bad. I need to be fucked till I come again. Oh shit yes." Soon I couldn't stand it. I got out of bed and went to the master bedroom door. I opened it enough to look in. Sue was on her back. Frank was between her legs and he had them over his.