He threw a punch and, confident now with this technique, I strung a lineand went to catch his wrist - but the punch was a fake. His hand twistedand gr...ppled my wrist and spun in around. "Oh crap..." my wrists werewebbed together. I jumped back in a back flip and crouched, ripping mytrapped wrists apart.He spun and tangled the web lines that restrained leg and wrist thetwisted and levered his body and broke my webbing. His eyes blazed redas he stared at me and I felt his mind pressing into mine.. "This is not even a mile from your house." I know," I grunted, watching almost transfixed as a bead of sweat trickled down her neck and across the front of her chest to dribble into her cleavage. I tore my eyes away from this sight before she caught me gawking at it. "I uh... like I said. I'm pretty new to this. Trying to get some exercise and lose a little weight you know." Oh I know," she said. "I plump up something awful if I don't do my run at least three times a week. But you've got to run. I did send out a couple of ideas for light, strong armor to places where it can be tested against the various weapons that we have managed to capture. I got one back that I'm going to send to you. It should be about the same weight as the armor you're using now and help turn the vibrating knives that the Sa'arm use. Whether it will be effective against the flechette weapon I don't know. After all the only thing that we have to test it against so far is the Sa'arm knives. That doesn't mean that. Tony gave a strangled cry, a combination of shame and relief, of frustration and satiation combined. Karen had played with his cock and balls too long and too expertly, and now his meatrack was going off all by itself, out of control. He humped again, frantically, and a second thick stream hosed from his cockhead. His prick jerked upwards as his jism shot out, and the creamy geyser sprayed into her cunt bush and slid on up her belly."Oh! Ohhhh!" Karen wailed, thrilled to see that steaming.