"Carpenter picked up a silver-edged katana from the rack on the wall and sheathed it behind his back.He'd heard the same whines when he went after the...Shoggoloth.'It's too powerful. It's too dangerous. We can't risk you. Blah blah blah.'Carpenter didn't know the meaning of 'can't'Sure, the Shoggoloth had nearly killed him, but if he'd wanted an easy fight he'd have stayed in the marines to fight the camel-humpers out in Eye-Raq.Demons were tough but they weren't invincible. You just had to hit. I run inside and up the stairs. The room door was broken in also and I knew right then this was no regular B&E. Someone wanted to get to my mom. I walked in and fell to my knees. My mom had been tortured and killed, then strung up like a doll. The police pulled up soon after that and came in to find me crying and staring up at my mom. They lead me away, saying they would find who did this. They never did, they still haven’t and I’ve given up. I’m now seventeen, in foster care for another year.. She responded by raising her hips to welcome the invasion and her own hand was now searching for my throbbing manhood.After some time with foreplay she was now moist and receptive and I was also ready to bury my manhood deep inside this heaven sent beauty, for the first and hopefully not the last time, the movement of the vessel made is a logical beat and with each throb of the engines I was able to push deeper and deeper into her womanhood, she had her legs around my body ensuring I had a. I thought for a couple of minutes and after turning it in the lock, I grabbed my door key, my souvenir German binoculars (liberated during the war) and climbed out of my bedroom window onto the washhouse roof. I dropped down to the ground and headed for the tree at the end of the house.This tree was a large old fir and both Wendy and I had spent considerable time playing on and under it as kids. There were still a couple of tree huts, at different heights, remaining from our childhood but,.