Looking in my mirror I saw I had created a tsunami by a bus stop, and drenched a poor woman. Having a conscience is a bastard and mine felt guilty. So...I stopped. Yelling over to this soaked woman "sorry miss, that bugger nearly wiped me out, and couldn't avoid the puddle.".Let's be honest she was fucking angry calling me and the van driver who was long gone all sorts of shits. I looked over and thought be a nice guy might help calm her. "Look I know it's a bit odd but can I offer you a lift to. “I agree,” Galena said. “Although I understand the impulse.”“The day my esteemed ancestor doesn’t have plots within plots is the day I grow a cock,” Yan said. “I love her, but dammit...”“Well, I’m not sure I can argue with the impulse ... besides,” Jason said, “I like Canglang a lot more than Central Texas...”“Living under the watchful gaze of my grandmother?” Yan asked.“Darling, as long as she’s not stripping down to join the fun, I don’t care if she wants to watch,” Jason said.“Damn,” Galena. I give the other breast the same attention and feel pleased with the marks left on each. I use the remaining ice to rub over the bruising, cooling it down.I move back to the row of implements and after making my decision make a couple of trips back to the bed, laying the pieces out by your feet – a towel, a small bowl of water, a razor and a tube of shaving cream. I lift your bum up and place the towel underneath you, keeping the bed from getting wet. At this point you have no idea what my. As I came down from my celestial experience I fell to my knees, my head almost in Danny's lap, I caught my breath and turned back towards Jack. I kicked off my jeans and thong then attacked Jack's belt, I forcefully ripped his khaki's down, hooked my thumbs into his tented boxers. His dick gave an audible slap as it smacked his belly, recoil from being torn from its cotton confines. His balls and a small circle at the base of his love tool were bare, apparently freshly shorn; his cock wasn't.