I could hear murmurs of approval and the music seemed to get louder, urging me on and totally consuming my mind. I unclipped my bra and let it fall...to the floor allowing my audience to view my naked, 36” breasts. I could now hear people clapping and the murmurs’ of approval were definitely louder. My swaying had now formed into a more provocative dance as I swirled around giving my audience the full view of my naked breasts. At 40+ years of age, my breasts have overcome the. First, she heard the scream, shrill and fast, almost as if it hadn’t happened at all. Fear kept her there a moment, and then concern for her mother made her creep out of the closet on stocking feet. She remembered the smell of cinnamon toast, the feel of the wall on her hand, cool and rough, as she made her way down the hall toward the living room. She remembered the angle of the doorway to the kitchen and standing next to the sofa that her mother had been asleep on less than an hour ago.. I tried to gasp but my lungs were already full and I was starting to get dizzy. I let out a shaky breath and squirmed against his wicked finger, but he was firmly in control. He parted me with his fingers and blew gently on my wet pussy. I moaned and dug my fingers into the padded seat to keep from grabbing his head and pulling him to me. He dipped one long elegant finger inside of me and I groaned, my inner muscles gripping his finger tight. ‘Oh, that feels so good baby’ I said, my voice going. There was no question that we could not stand to have lions running free in our territory. I didn't like the idea of killing for the sake of killing, but the lions were too dangerous to tolerate. We had my old cart with us and 4 of the men were riding horses, while the rest rode in the cart.It took about 90 minutes for us to get to the site of yesterday's attack. There was the cart with no apparent damage, but the horse was gone, as were the bodies of the men and the game they had collected. We.