" She'd repeat, "I want lots of guys to look at my pussy." After having her repeat that about 3 times, I'd say, "You're going to let guys look at you... pussy, aren't you?" She'd answer, "Yes". Again, I'd say, "Tell me what you're going to do." She said, "I'm going to let lots of guys look at my pussy." I'd have her repeat this about 3 times. I thought I would stop at that and not press my luck tonight. I'd wait and see if my amateur attempt at giving her a "hypnotic suggestion" would work.. Feeling the pained heat flush her face as her eyes filled with tears, Hatoko tried desperately to keep from panicking. The quake would no doubt attract media attention, and maybe - just maybe - a news helicopter would fly by to get an aerial shot of the volcano. If it did, she had to be ready. Struggling to wriggle out of the straps of her backpack, she dislodged it and pulled it up in front of her face, crying aloud as the activity pulled at her throbbing leg and sent waves of pain shooting. Dylan understood he was there to fix her physical predicament. It was Nancy's itch that needed his special kind of care.Nancy would lay on the bed seductively opening her robe revealing her luscious breasts and shaved pussy enticing Dylan as he stood before her with his jeans down to his knees. She opened her legs and played with herself for a few moments while he stroked himself hard. He didn't take off his hat or shoes. There was no time for foreplay. It was a quickie so that Mary Lou. Challa began cutting with the portable saw mill while I began cutting trees at the thickest diameter basically squaring the tree for the foundations Gazoo would be treating all the wood so the wood would never rot. No matter the location it would be used in the construction of the lodge we were building. As we as pulled the stumps that remained from the tree cutting. Nobody questioned how the stumps came out of the ground easily, thanks to Gazoo’s help. We set them in near the machine cave to.