It was a tropical low from Africa and moving west. It was picking up force and speed. Tracey factored in the upper atmospheric winds and the jet strea.... She thought it would stay along the coast of South America before turning north and entering the Gulf. She said, "It's at that point that I disagree with NOAA. They think it will be at least a tropical storm by then and pulled westerly in the Gulf toward Texas or Mexico. I see very similar conditions to Horace developing that would take it. The hand was warm and firm, and Tracey shuddered. “I’d be so grateful!” Buttercup pleaded, her hand stroking up and down Tracey’s thigh which burned from the feel of it (or was it from all the scratches and bruises she had?) And then, sensing a lack of resistance, Buttercup leaned further forward and with her other stroked Tracey’s arm, while her first hand slid towards the battered and bruised and itching vagina. And then, Tracey didn’t know how, Buttercup’s fingers were firmly grasping her. Now relax and enjoy!"I'm almost drifting off but can't as I'm so mesmerized by the heavenlycreatures I'm looking at. While the show continues Miss Shelly's voicefades in and tells me to take a deep breathe, slowly in through my noseand exhale slowly out of my mouth. With each breathe "you find yourselffalling deeper and deeper. So relaxed. In fact you've never felt morerelaxed than you do right now, at this very moment. Deeper and deeper.So relaxed. You're becoming addicted to the sound of my. I cried out, “Oh fuck, yeah, another load, go on.” And he did, another three loads came out of that magnificent cock. He remained deep in me as we both came down from our own peaks. After a while we both looked at each other, cock still in me. I convulsed on his cock and we both gave each other a gratified smile. He was about to pull out, but I said, “Stay, leave it.” I wanted to relish every last morsel of that event. The rain had started to fall heavier, a flash of lightning and a distant.