I laughed at the efforts. I proceed to slide the blade under the fabric of the skirt and with one swift motion, cut and yanked it off her. NO!! Pleas...e Stop. She managed to utter amidst her persistent crying and sobbing. Next, just as swiftly, I cut the blouse off and rip it to shreds. I just love the sound of tearing clothes off a female body. I turned her over so that she is now facing up. Only her delicate silk panties and bra remain. Realizing that her screaming demands didnt yield any. The killer hit us dead center along a pathway already cleared by the preceding two storms." The Zulu Number Warrior rose from her seat and turned to face us. "Net result? Three days ago was a Carrington Level Event times two. And the shit outside? It's at least an order of magnitude stronger than the last one," she murmured something which could have been a prayer in an African-sounding language. "Tech is dead. The first storm killed him. This one," she looked around, "this one is cremating the. She smiled, strode over to where I was sitting and offered her hand "Yes, and you must be Mr. 'Rain'" and we shook hands. "Call me 'Gentle' - 'Mr" makes me feel like a schoolteacher." She just smiled, and said "Happy to meet you", and letting go of my hands, said "Let me put some things away", picking up her bags and headed up the stairs. I offered to help, but she said "No, I've got it" and I watched her, appreciatively, as she headed up the stairs.My daughter hadn't really said much about. It started to slide in again and I was moaning through gritted teeth, “Come on, go in.”With a sharp pain it slide in and I held it there trying to catch my breath. I pulled back a little and could feel my hole close as it slide out. Slowly I eased it back in and the pain was a little less. Pushing it in deeper my hand slipped between my cheeks as it went in to the thicker base. I didn’t move for a second, when I shifted my legs I felt my softened cock move, almost swimming in precum. I felt a.