I’ll head outside and fire up the generator, then come back in and get you some clothes and something hot to drink. Deal?’ She only nodded, which...made her badly-streaked face appear almost grotesque. By the time I had dressed and found some clothes for her, she had turned off the water — apparently, there had not been much hot water in the pipes. Opening the bathroom door only a crack, I handed her the clothes, knowing full well that they would not fit her, but since I had not lived with a. .. when my dick was a negative impression. The rest of the time, she'd managed to change clothes out of my presence. While we'd talked into the night, she wouldn't let me even cuddle her. Rats! I was frustrated. Still, I was having a wonderful time. What a collage of feelings.Too, I thought I'd get a chance to spy on her peeing. Remember me? I'm the horny little kid who presses his ear to the bathroom door to listen to his sister take a leak? Yep. That's me. I'd almost come in my pants from. Lisa picked up the plastic bottle and began squeezing a generous amount of the silky liquid into the hair between Joanne's thighs. Her hands then began mixing the depilatory into the hair and Joanne panted as the slick fingers moved over her folds, clitoris and between the cheeks of her buttocks. Soon wonderful 'popping' sensations flooded her genitals as the unwanted hair was slowly dissolved."Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!"The 'popping' sensations soon faded and Joanne saw Lisa reach down and pick up the. "I followed her down the street into an alley, and immediately I could see that there was a parachute snagged on the chimney pot, and I guessed that a mine had gone through the roof. The tiles were all broken and it was obviously it was hanging somewhere inside the house."Where is she?" I asked."Upstairs in the front bedroom." Right, now you go back to the main road and get the police or the ARP and tell them there is an unexploded land mine here.What is your mothers name?" Her friends call her.