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A Celtic pattern. It was surely no coincidence that the talisman he had given me also looked Celtic in origin. But when I looked more closely, into the back of the wallet, in very small letters, was impressed what looked like a name. It read, “D.W.E. Fowler”. I don’t know what name I expected to see but this one meant nothing to me and I puzzled over it. The “D” could be “Deryk” alright but was that even his real name – or was the wallet just a coincidence? Maybe it was just an antique wallet he got somewhere else? But I was tired and the warm breeze mixed with the quiet lapping of the sea on the beach and the softness of the sand made me sleepy. indian I lay back beside a sleeping Deryk, turning over the events of the day and watched the ever-changing cloud formations, moving slowly across the blue sky above me. I awoke with a jolt and sat upright. The sun had gone down and the wind had changed. It was mid-September and it was about 7pm, so it was getting dark and boobs the face of the full moon was just above the horizon in the north-east. The tide was also higher up the beach and without climbing gear, I was now cut-off from the next beach and the nearest road. Deryk was gone, of course, and there was no sign of his clothes; his blue designer shorts, his nautical striped Diesel briefs and his “X”-Men T-shirt, the wallet, were all gone. This was just what happened last time, and the time before, but a chill now ran up and down my back as I remembered what happened next on both those occasions. As I sat there, gathering my thoughts and trying to decide what to do next, I noticed the twinkling lights of a boat out on the water. In fact, it was a launch and it looked very much like the one that Deryk had been thrown from earlier that afternoon. This time though, all was quiet and it was motionless – or just drifting. Perhaps they had relented and come back looking for him; or maybe it was someone else just night-fishing. But it was getting chilly. I pulled on my briefs and stood up to put on my shorts and it was then that I heard a noise, a new sound. It sounded like splish-splashing in the water but not like the sound of the waves; it was something, or someone else. I looked around nervously and over at the end of the beach, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a large dog, at first jogging along the water’s edge, then climbing up onto the jagged coral rocks. Whatever it was, it was big; the size of a man but not a man; or was it? As I stood silently rooted to the spot, “the creature” or whatever it was, climbed to the top of the rocky headland and stood semi-erect, its shape silhouetted against the full moon. Gazing up into the sky, it let out a chilling howl, which seemed to echo along the beach and off the opposite headland. I didn’t know big what to do but as I moved to put one leg into my shorts, a breeze rustled through the cedar trees high above the beach and the figure’s head turned toward me and I staggered, as two piercing orange eyes glared right at me. Quick as a flash, the creature leapt from the top of the rocks onto the beach and bounded straight at me. As I fell awkwardly back onto the sand with one leg inside my shorts, the creature was upon me and in my face, baring teeth the likes of which I had never seen before and growling menacingly, its saliva dripping onto my bare chest, as I struggled to sit upright. Those piercing orange eyes were set in a face – a deformed and hairy, but nonetheless human face – one that I recognized. “Someone’s been going through my things,” Deryk growled menacingly, as he pushed me back onto the sand with a heavy, hairy hand. “I, er, was curious – you know,” I stumbled, “I just needed to know more about you.” “You know all you aunty need to know,” he said, gruffly. Then he snarled, “Work it out for yourself.” But he hadn’t finished. Sniffing my chest and face, he then added threateningly, “You took advantage of me. Now it’s my turn.” He pushed me down with his full weight in both hands, both “paws”, on my chest and his nails dug into my skin. Remembering how things turned out on the last two occasions, I confess that part of me was excited by him but the other part of me, the rational part, was afraid of what was happening to him – and what he might do to me. There was something about him that, while I still recognized him, was different from previous times. He had suddenly turned violent before, it’s true, but I had not been so aware of the animal that was before me now. This time, it was as if this deformity that took him over was worse, sex more developed, than before. This time, he was hairier – all over; and more grotesque. His hands, indeed all his limbs seemed bent out of shape and he was more like an animal than ever before. Maybe it would have felt different if I hadn’t been totally empty back there. “Boyd!” the mayor exclaimed. I ached to feel Dean's cock in me. I walked behind her and kissed her neck as I removed her blouse, still kissing her neck I undid her bra. I slide my now soaked panties off my body slowly because that how Scott was going do it. “I sex would never do that!” I hissed, indignation bursting through me. I said. Speaking of party tricks, what kind of magic did she have to stay so tight? "You've gotta be kiddin' me." He put his hands on her neck but didn't rub it. “I've been looking aunty into your behavior the last day,” she said, her hands crossed before her. After pulling out his indian cock and sitting for a seconds, she fell asleep afterwards, he got up and headed to his room. She wears pale blue denim shorts that are modestly made from an old pair of jeans, and cut modestly above the knees. Then pulled my cum soaked cock out of her. Then big I drew back. “What?” she said. She tells her that she had a few bruises and cuts on her inner thighs boobs and some vaginal bleeding but she is otherwise unharmed.