They were near now, and Harlen could vaguely make out the smell of smoke."Already they fight?" He asked.The scout shook his head. "Lady Hyandai had or...ered many buildings razed to clear what she termed 'free fire zones' for the archers." He said. "The scent you smell is old smoke, from those burnings."Finally, they saw the first lights of the village, high in the trees overhead and at a distance. They all began to move forward cautiously, watching about themselves for enemy or even village. He paid for his stuff and left to his apartment in the bohemian part of San Francisco.-------------------------------Before even opening his door, he could hear Julia crying. Once inside he could see what a mess she was, make up running down her face, drool dripping on the floor. On her nice 28D tits are dried drool and tears. Julia, trying to stop her pathetic display, started shaking in an attempt to stop her audible cries."So, I guess you don't know how to listen, do you my little fuck?" he. And by the time that I reached puberty, I had managed to figure out that the large orifice at the very rear of my pussy crack was actually my birth canal. But I used to call it my "big hole," in an effort to distinguish it from my other two, much-smaller, below-the-waist "holes" (my piss-hole and my ass-hole). And I knew that I had always enjoyed sticking my fingers up inside of my "big hole" when I was masturbating, because it had always felt really good to me, whenever I did that. And I knew. She stood up straight and facing me, licked her lips as she slowly unzipped her nearly glued on shorts. Lower the zipper went and still not a shadow of pubic hair appeared. Then her hands moved to her hips and she wriggled slowly, pushing the fabric lower, just a fraction of an inch at a time. She gave a slight nod and a second later I thought a hornet stung my entire buttock! Then I heard the swish and a second lash landed just slightly less violently lower on my upper thigh!! I yelped and.