It was about that time that Tyrone walked in the door. Tyrone looked down at Susan and knew exactly what she had been doing. Susan's face was red and ...lush, her forehead had beads fo sweat running down, and more than that Tyrone could smell the scent of wet cuchie. Tyrone smiled seeming very happy about the situation that he had walked into. Susan on the other hand had never been so embarrassed in her life. Susan quickly ordered Tyrone to get out, but instead he walked over to her bed still. That's what your refuges and homes are for. But you can't restrict others from doing what's necessary to survive. That's just criminal, and if we encounter it, we'll fight it with whatever it takes.That said, we'll reiterate that we won't stand for anyone trying to kill other people. If you encounter anyone that's purposely killed other survivors for their own benefit, or who attempts to harm other survivors, those people must be put down immediately. We're too weak now to allow criminals to. When she had obviously pulled her panties and shorts back on she sat upright in the booth, glaring at him. “Fucker! Why did you stop?” “I wasn’t hungry anymore, I guess,” he said slyly. The waitress brought their food and they ate quietly. Brooke finished first and stood up to leave. “Thanks for the clothes and the lunch.” Will smiled up at her. “My pleasure; thanks for the dessert. Can I get your phone number? I can make this up to you later?” “No thanks; I have a boyfriend anyway and I’ve. She took my hand and rubbed it all over her skin, her chest, her arms, spun around and had me caress her ass. We were silent, but her breathing became more noticeable as she put my hand between her legs. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Her beautiful wet pussy lips looked like something out of penthouse, perfectly shaped and hairless with suds running down her legs. She closed her eyes and let me take over. I slowly traced her pussy lips and slid a finger along her crack.