“Faster,” Jayda pleaded, panting.He refused to increase his speed; instead deciding on doing something else. Shoving his dick in her pussy, he wat...hed her moan and buck under his body. Then, he completely took it out, repeating the process over and over. The new method of fucking her made his dick slide in harder and faster, while giving an intensifying pleasure by teasing her when he slid back out.By this time, their bed’s white sheets were entirely soaked with sweat and their cum combined,. So much devastation was happening at more or less the same precise moment in time that there was an embarrassingly rich choice of lethal candidates. But whichever it was, it happened far too suddenly and with absolutely no warning for Odile to take evasive action, not that there was much she'd have been able to do anyway.The intense blistering heat alone was more than enough to kill Odile even though the explosion's epicentre was over a kilometre away. But if it hadn't been that or the searing. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t suitable for cattle. The winters would be too cold, and trying to drive a herd to a road for load out would be next to impossible. At best, Jake could run a few head for his own use. That being said, I noticed that there was enough wildlife to keep a body going for a long time. I also found where Jake had a truck garden growing. It was looking like Jake had sunk roots. If he wanted to, he could have stayed up here for years without coming down. I’d. I wondered if he was skittish about being outside after his experience with the bear.It'd be another off day for me. No more Marullos, last night had been the final Rigoletto. We were finishing off the season with Turandot, and I'd be singing a nameless character that the libretto just calls "a mandarin." I did a lot of roles that didn't have names, mainly because they weren't important enough: "a messenger," "a soldier," "a doctor," like that. Even Marullo would have been just "a courtier".