When he bent to kiss them, she pulled his face against her. Then her hands strayed to his belt. He didn't straighten until his trousers had puddled ar...ound his ankles.Then he unbuttoned the waist of her skirt and pulled down the zipper. He was in his jockey shorts, but she was completely naked. "Dessert," he said. He stepped forward, leaving his trousers lying on the floor and bending his right leg between hers. He pulled her against him in a tight hug. When he straightened, he was holding her. The wind began to blow, the first warning that this hard-hit area was about to be hit again. As we ran for the truck, between stalks of rain, my experience with tornadoes gave me a bad feeling about sitting exposed. Even if the approaching green clouds camouflaged nothing, any debris could be easily picked up and flung through the windshield by a nasty gust.I looked at Smitty, who nodded, and we ran across Weaver Street to a convenience store. Bursting through the door, pushed by a gust of. ”With great reluctance we began to collect our clothes to get dressed to leave. As I began to dry myself with the towel, I had it ripped from my grasp by Violet. I expected her to start drying herself, leaving me partially wet, and forced to watch. Instead Violet decided to make a game of it, taking the blanket firmly in her hands, she decided that she would dry me. She started with my head, making sure it was thoroughly dried, before working her way south. She took her time trailing down my. Itwas almost like a massage, which made his member harder. Grunting, hepulled the suit up over his stiffy, and then began with great effort tostretch the suit out enough to accomodate his belly. He was overweight, andhe was well aware of it, and now he thought he'd rip the suit like a sheettrying to get into it. But impossibly, somehow the costume just stretchedwider and wider, and soon his entire torso was inside.Grunting with more effort, he tugged the long sleeves over his own arms,bunching.