‘Grenades?!’ One of the ranch hands sputtered out as he nearly fell off his horse laughing. ‘YEP!’ Brian said with a grin. ‘You ever watch t...hose Extreme Pig-out shows on the Travel Channel on TV? Well before we came here I got a hold of some hot sauce that one of the places that is high lighted used for hot-wings. I had it concentrated to the point of nearly four hundred thousand capsicum units and then powdered and than put in grenade style delivery system, OH and that high of a level should. I quickly fixed my hair and put on my blue black jeans and white long shirt and with a brown belt my mother used to wear around my waist and I was set. Noriaki on the other hand was wearing a black top, a black denim jacket and a pair of blue black jeans. “Shall we Miss. Yumily?” asked Noriaki, I sighed, though I hate my middle name there was something in me that allowed him to call me by that name for the second time, “please tell me you’re not intending to call me that name forever?” I asked. Then he pulled all the way out. Wetting another finger, he prepared to push two fingers into Kavita’s asshole. He watched the tight bud twitching, clenching in front of him. Kavita groaned, feeling Arun rubbing his fingertips in her warming asshole. Then she felt him put his fingers against her asshole, pushing. She knew he was using more than one finger and felt frightened. But as she felt both fingers slip into her asshole, there was only a discomfort from the invasion not the pain she was. And yet for some reason, she could not stop. Betty heard Eugenia uproot something up from the soil. Then she heard a spitting sound, and then another. At first this didn’t alarm her, as Eugenia had an irritating habit of spitting on the ground, or floor, at will. But then she heard a third expectoration, and then a fourth, and she began to worry. ‘Hmm, this should fit,’ Eugenia said casually. At this peculiar intonation, Betty began to turn her head, but Eugenia was upon her before she could.