Erica and I have actually installed a pair of small flame throwing units on our tank. They have almost no fuel, but we'll probably be in the middle of...the grasslands when we set them off. Our tank has been getting an armor upgrade to protect against heat so that we can be in the middle of the fire.At least that idea makes sense. The Sa'arm will have lots of difficulty aiming at anything in the middle of a raging wildfire. Colonel Frost isn't exactly "frosty" with the idea. (I swear that is his. Halfway across the front room he slumps to his knees, hugs the sofa and his mind shuts down… ************** At the belay ledge, he’s suddenly bone-tired. He wants to close his eyes and just drift off – Is he dying? Duncan is talking about untying and going for help. He knows this is a bad idea, but he just wants to lie there and rest – He doesn’t want to think any more. Part of him tries to believe that Duncan should go, and for a few minutes they discuss ways off the ridge and he lets himself. One of her hands made its way down to my stomach and then quickly reached down under to grab my balls. Her fingers kind of tickled and it made me thrust even deeper into her body – relentlessly until I could feel myself ready to unload. I whispered to her: “you’re my pussy now”. I gave a good deep grunt and burst inside her. Each thrust forced my way further into her vagina and let off just a little more of the semen shot against her walls and then we both collapsed onto the fitting room bench. Lela took me, and I awoke in the blue room, still slightly drunk.I didn't even bother pleading with her to come see me. What was the point? It hadn't done any good, and I was tired of trying. The white light bathed me in its glow, and I continued to lay there till it was done.When I wasn't immediately sent back to my room, I got up, wondering if she was going to come for me after all.Instead, a pillar lifted up from the floor, and something materialized on top of it. I walked over to examine.