"I just found out he was hurt." She sagged helplessly. "I don't know how badly. I just wanted to see him." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Can I sit dow... somewhere? I'm so tired. I drove all the way from Missouri without stopping."It was obvious to SPC Throckmorton that the woman was on her last legs, and might collapse at any moment. She took the woman's elbow and led her to a line of upholstered chairs, letting her sink into one. Throckmorton reached for the supply of tissues she kept in one. How many times have you heard people ask why bad things happen to good people when a disaster occurs, almost like they're accusing God of doing the evil by allowing it?"Pam responded, "I've been guilty of that. I was very angry with God when my dad died and when I got the crap beat out of me a week ago." And I was very angry when Lydia became ill and died. I could see no reason for it and I thought God was the cause or at least allowed it. I'm still not over it."We stood and started back up the. From the resulting rope she fashioned a loop and, holding it it her hand, she paused. Turning to the man, she sent him back a few steps. Then, at some unseen signal, the woman dove and rolled, finally laying out next to the body of one of their fallen. She rolled partially on top of it, wrapped her arms around it and then rolled back, pulling it on its side and hiding behind it. Keeping it between her and the steeple, she looped her rope over it.“Clever,” Arlade grunted, his lips pursed.For a. Feeling it give way he bottomed out and felt her contract and purr in pleasure. “Oh baby”, she cooed pushing back on him trying to force him even deeper. Grabbing onto her shoulders he fucked her with deep long strokes. She was his and he had to show her that. Picking up speed as he kissed her along her spine caused her to call his name. Gently at first but it got louder and more guttural with each thrust. He knew this meant she was cumming. Not letting up on her he felt her arse muscles.