Your fingers reach down to pull the material away, you want her to be fully exposed. Your fingernail drags itself over your smooth shaved mound, very ...visible through the wet material. The scrape of your nail sends a shiver through you. You scratch again, rougher, the feel of the smooth curve excites you, the pain melts inside your abdomen. You feel the heat rise up your neck as you lie back once again, ready for the next onslaught of the water. The water crashes over your mound, like. “Close in!” The man with the radio shouted.Erin turned tail and sprinted down the path, her heart pounding in her chest. Just hours ago, her life had been normal and now she was being hunted like an animal.There was a bend in the path ahead. If only Erin could get around it fast enough, she might slip out of the men’s vision.Erin hit the bend at a full sprint, her lungs burning. She could hear the men’s voices behind her still. She dashed behind a wall and pressed her back against the moist. To me, that meant that the place deserved a look, so here I was.I stopped about a mile away from the erstwhile town and set out on foot to see what there was to see. This time, I had my AK-47 with me just in case I ran into some trouble. I was not really afraid of being wounded by being shot, but I was not going to let a shooter get by without some answering fire. I was wearing a pack on my back, and I had two more loaded 30-round AK-47 magazines in there and three extra loaded magazines for my. The Krell crooned happily, running her fingers through his hair, enjoying the strange texture as she pet him as if he were an affectionate cat. He leaning into her strokes, enjoying the sensation of her blunt claws on his scalp, sending pleasant shivers down his spine as he pushed his face between her psuedo-breasts. There was no breast tissue of course, no firmness beneath her fat, and despite her size they were small and almost flush to her chest. They were as soft as the rest of her chubby.