This side of the Eastern Continent, for kilometers upon kilometers, from north to south, was void of all types of beasts’ and humans’ societies.An... ominous cloudiness covered the sky and cold winds blew from the ocean, as waves surged in a disquieting manner.In a first glance, it looked to Zax as nothing more than a gloomy day at the beach, when in fact it was the perpetual state of the region bordering the Down Ocean.‘This ocean is giving me a bad feeling’. Zax grimaced, sensing a minute. Then in plunged the first finger. He gave her the middle finger, flipped her off, so to speak, crooking it down ventrally on her. It was not big and was well lubricated, but still the swiftness with which he shifted from caressing her to penetrating her startled her. Again, a brief whimper, followed by a warm purr."Now I'm in you, my darling faggot. Finally, I'm in you."Now two fingers entered her and continued the slow probing in and out. So far, so good, he thought. He reached down with his. Derek had a big grin on his face and was happy as a lark. They did it twice more that week, and the last time it was OK. She had ridden him on the beach one night in the sand. The moon was up and when he slid into her, she had actually enjoyed it. Brenda could control the speed and the depth, and she had been close to coming, but not reached that beautiful place. So, now when she knew Robert was interested in her she wondered how it would be to have sex with a real man and not someone her own. Today was Wednesday. I made a note to tell Deborah she’d be homeless for a few days. I reckoned she could come here and promised to pick up some of the trash before I let her in the house. She was cute and I liked her. The next message was from Ron, our drummer telling me we had music on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights at the Ramada Inn on the beach. I liked that place. The last message was from Velda. In a soft syrupy voice she told me what a wonderful time she’d had on the boat and hoped.