But tragedy strikes the campus and the clan. In the act of becoming a hero, Brian nearly dies and much of his past—the past he has kept hidden—is ...exposed. In the midst of PTSD and a perceived threat against his family, can Brian recover his confidence enough to become the storm and bring them safely to the other side?This is a work of fiction. If you think you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Codes: mt/ft, ft/ft,. The punishment finally stopped, and both ladies were panting, but for very different reasons. “Get up Alaina commanded,“ and forced carol two her knees. She then removed a 12-inch long, 2 inch wide strap on from her handbag and fastened it to her waist.“Suck it,” she commanded. Carol did not have much experience giving blowjobs, but tried her best, gripping the shaft a sucking as hard as she could. Alaina let out a sigh, and reached behind Carol’s head, gripped her by the hair and began to. “You are Brent, you’re my daddy. Now feed me more, give my ass some more of your cock” answered the client as he stretched open his ass even more.“As you wish” said Brent as he bit his bottom lip and pounded away at the client’s ass.As he was nearing his climax, he began to thrust even faster and deeper into the client’s warm cock hungry ass. In a matter of seconds, Brent’s cock began to throb as he filled the client’s ass with his hot cum.Brent backed away from the client and walked towards. She began fucking herself with the handle. She was soaked. She fucked herself hard. Her juices sloshed loudly as she imagined the Nebraska hick pounding her wanton pussy. White foam formed on the handle as she vigorously moved the brush in and out. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit. Her hips writhed as her orgasm built deep in her loins. She felt a sensation of tranquility. A calmness before the storm. Her fingers rolled her clit swiftly as she shoved the brush in and out. The.