Acting on habit and instinct, they simply complied like sheep.The hoses came on and the God's meaning was manifest, as the water put out the flames an... caught Azazel in his fiery state. The evil Deity had forgotten that even a divinely caused fire can be put out by an elemental force such as water, given enough quantities of it. Too late, Az found himself being puffed out with the regular blaze."NOOOOOO! Don't let them extinguish me! I am dying! Mercy, Belial!" he pleaded at last."Hardly, you. Well, he had more than enough fuel to piss them off. Now the problem was whether he could use it to play psychologist.“This is quite the soap opera drama, isn’t it?” Jack said. “You two idiots had some bad shit go down a long-ass time ago, and now, instead of talking about it and working out your differences, you’ve got the whole damn city fighting.”Garry stopped marching, and turned to face Jack instead as he clenched his hands into fists. When he unclenched them, he grew out his claws until. I bring my hands down to her crotch, unbutton her soaked pants and open her zipper. I yank them down her smooth legs and do the same to her lacy underwear, pulling them down to her ankles. Her lower body is now naked and her smooth, soft looking ass aches for my touch. I maneuver my right hand between her warm thighs, to her privates. I feel Lindsay’s hairy mound and below that her soft shaved pussy. It’s wet and I rub her a bit before thrusting two fingers inside her, feeling her moist. Essentially, we had taken over some existing houses from their owners, who were nowhere around anyway. Forget about any form of creature comforts that we had managed to cobble together at Camp Custer. We were now in the field. Mail call was iffy at best and forget about phone calls home. We took to hoarding our MREs and water and ammo. Supply was sparse. We didn’t even get Thanksgiving dinner, just turkey-and-stuffing MREs.We didn’t get back to Camp Custer until after Christmas. Some of our.