Do you trust me?’ I nodded. ‘Good. Now, I am NOT going to touch you in any way but you MAY feel something.’ I chuckled aloud. ‘Dammit!!’ ‘...Mmmm, mmmm!’ I quickly apologized through the imaginary lock. Hayley sighed deeply and shook her head spastically. ‘Now, close your eyes and keep your hands on the table.’ Suddenly music began playing in the background. I didn’t recognize the song but it sounded appropriately like Stevie Nicks. I found myself wondering how Hayley could have started the CD. " I have no idea, the sand looks the same."When we got closer to the next group of people, I started to notice that all of the couples were the same sex. There were women with women and men with men, but only a few mixed couples. It didn't take long to figure out that my brother and I were in the wrong place.I saw two men, both of them naked, holding hands and running into the water. I nudged my brother pointed the men out to him and we both turned around and started to walk away quickly.We got. She kept her face towards me as she was moving so I could watch the expressions on her face. My cock was rock hard watching her. Moving her hips up and down a little more she got another inch of the toy pushed inside. She was biting her lip at the pleasure. She kept slowly, deliberately pushing the toy inside her ass about a half inch at a time from there til she was finally balls deep in her own ass with it. From there she rode it all the way up til it almost slipped out before pushing slowly. .SHE DIED… TERRIFIEDI’ve been trying to cut down on the number of girls I kill. For one thing, it’s dangerous; more bodies mean more police attention. But also I’ve become increasingly worried that I’m growing addicted, and I never want to lose control like that. So over the past few years I’ve been cutting back pretty drastically. At my most prolific, I averaged probably one a month for a solid two year span. I killed three girls in three weeks once. Now I’m down to one every six months or so..