I held his hand and shifted my head towards his. He was breathing heavily.“Joseph,” I whispered.“Violet,” he whispered back.And just like that...we found our lips locked together. I turned hungrily towards him and tried to devour him with my kisses. I was so thirsty for him.“Fuck me,” I was breathless with desire. “Fuck me please,” I begged as I pushed down his boxers and grabbed at his rock hard penis. He pulled down my skirt and panties down to my knees and in one swift motion, used his foot to. I really enjoyed Halloween, all the kids in their costumes and everything... it kind of brought back my childhood memories. I popped open a beer and went into the den and cuddled up with my San Francisco Forty Niners throw blanket and picked up the remote for my DVD and pushed start.I had been trying to watch one of my favorite movies, Casablanca but had been continuously interrupted by the door chimes. God every time I watched that movie I fantasized about getting into Ilsa's panties! As I. She immediately demanded to see the Ambassador, whom she tried to bully into arranging the affairs of the Embassy in such a way as to enable her to visit the Emir and interview him, preferably on camera. She might have had more success had she not approached the Ambassador with the firm conviction that he was as decadent in his approach to women as she assumed the Emir was; indeed he was obviously dedicated to demeaning and abusing women, after all he was a man. Her other assumption, that the. . I was alone... I collapsed to the ground. The Clan probably thought I was dead , Grog would have told them that I got caught in the stampede. That was when I also realized that I did not know how long I was out, as weak as I felt it could have been days. I knew where there were some berry vines near by and I went to them that at least gave me a bit of nourishment. After I had eaten my fill of the berries I made my way back to where the stampede had occurred. I followed in the Bison's.