. We watched the traffic, looking for any gaps, because we weren’t going to be doing any green cross codes. ‘Go for it’ Billy shouted and we all... ran like hell across the road, some cars beeped their horns, some swerved to avoid us, but we were all across the road and in the hard area, the traffic was the least of our problems now, for the next three hours it would be petrol bombs, street riots and snipers we would have to think about. The traffic could wait, well until it was time to cross back. Becky and Beth lived in asuburb of town which perhaps in the early 1900’s was apremier place to live. However, since the mid 1980’s ithad fallen on rough times as crime went up and thenumber of friendly neighbors went down. However, the Henderson family was sort of a diamond inthe rough, in that their four children were all highlyintelligent and very good looking. None of the childrenwould have had a chance to go to the all girls or allboys private schools except that they each. As the senior slayer, she shared an old Victorian with Dawn and three other junior slayers, keeping the bay area safe. Dawn didn't actually do much in the way of slaying other than research; her full-time classes at Berkeley kept her busy enough. But on Saturday afternoons, the girls would head out to explore the city, leaving Faith alone. And so she stood ten feet away from the block of wood, practicing her knife throwing. Throw, thunk, throw, thunk....The movements became repetitive, hypnotic. I spread your lips apart and take in your juices. The taste is beyond words. The more I lick and suck on your now flowing pussy the more you become engrossed in your building orgasm. I begin to suck and bite your clit making you squirm with pleasure. I now have you completely open and I stick my tongue into your waiting pussy. Tongue fucking you as you grab my head pulling me closer. You are now grinding your pussy into my face. Moans escape you as you are building towards your first orgasm..