From her shoulders, her breasts hung down in a perfectly rounded form. The dark areolas were large on the ends with the nipples protruding at the ver... tip. Her stomach had a fat fold across the navel and hung over her fanny. That was fatty too with sparse brown hair spread across it. Her thighs, though large, were smooth to the eye and the calves of her legs were sturdy in shape. This girl was designed to be big and she was stunning!I stood up and allowed her to undress me. We embraced. After I shifted in my saddle to dodge a lowhanging tree branch, I asked him. "My name is Ygrayne. Why do you and your men call me 'Lady'?"Gorlois man blinked at me. "Because you're a lady, Lady."He was making a joke? Nim often did, but then she would explain them. I waited for him to do so. "We sometimes call a woman 'Lady', and since you are a woman..."He expected that to answer it, but it didn't help at all! Do menalways talk in circles? Gorlois man was beginning to bother me; he hadless. He made his way back to the parking garage and started up his dark gray 2005 Chevy Tahoe.He drove carefully towards his condominium that was about fifteen miles away. It dawned on him to stop at the grocery store on the way home to stock up on a few things. But, as he neared the intersection he knew everyone would have raided all the staples such as bread, milk, and bottled water. Thankfully, he had several chicken breasts in the freezer and he didn’t mind drinking tap water. Also, he owned a. There were a few people lying in the street who were screaming or calling for help, but the police wisely ignored them. There was no way to know if some idiot might try to shoot a rescuer, so the sensible thing to do was to let the fools burn.It was not long thereafter that the news media showed up, and that was when the shit hit the fan as far as Nancy and I were concerned. We stood still for interviews for about 30 minutes, and we were greatly relieved when a spokesman from the police.