The odor lingered for days.Finally, she was able to get to the backpacks on the kitchen counter. Both of them were dusted and pretty clean. She though...t she was going to win a projectile vomit contest when the smell stored in the main pouch wafted loose from captivity ... but she settled for gagging a couple of times.The difference between the two bags was minuscule, but Mina knew her own. In the bottom, under clothes she knew were either throw aways or candidates for a commercial laundry, Mina. I had what I hoped would be a great idea and adjusted my position to better prepare my plan. I switched to holding my AK by the barrel end - which burnt the hell out of my hands because the barrel was hotter than hell from all the rounds I'd fired through this piece of shit. But right now I had to ignore the pain and get on with my plan. When the grenade got close enough I smacked the hell out of the grenade with the wooden buttstock which sent it right back where it came from.Jack was fired up. I was being interrogated. In essence I told her that my father was one of nine children, my mother was one of thirteen children, and that I was one of eight children. We were very strict Catholics and that my mother didn’t believe in birth control.All of that seemed to please the mother and the sisters as well.In exchange I was told that the mother was one of seventeen children, her dead husband was one of fourteen children, and that with only six daughters she felt cheated.Then she asked me if. I looked up local A/C Repair companies and gave them a call. "The door is open so feel free to come right in," I made sure to mention.I left the bathroom door wide open, spread my legs and went to work. I didn't know when they would arrive, so I made sure to moan loudly so the repairman would hear. I squeezed my nipples and massaged my breasts until I was dripping. I then began to finger myself. "Oh yes!" I moaned as I brought myself to an orgasm. I was moaning with every breath.Suddenly, I.