However, not all hope was lost, for there was a continent which took no part in this mindless slaughter of the innocent, a continent who took no side ...n this war and now welcomed every single person that fled from the bombs and artillery flying over their head.We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former. The hours passed as we ate and drank and watched the night draw in. The campsite was busy with people finally able to sit outside and make the most out it. As darkness arrived we were the last up so my self and Lucy went to the washrooms and got ourselves cleaned up then went for a walk. We walked around the site listening to the sounds of people laughing , joking , arguing and some even making love. We both got a little horny as we heard one couple going for it and Lucy kept grabbing my cock.. Their encounter ended innocently after the prolonged embrace, and Coreyliterally ran home, his legs now taking on a feminine gait. Corey movedalong, like being on a cloud; he felt spacey, a bit giddy and also veryfrightened. He now believed he was a girl; yet, he still had his penisand that should make him a boy. That would mean, too, that being withMark was all wrong, that it would mean they were indeed gay. This was all happening so fast. "I am a girl," he said, finally,realizing that many. You don't really know her yet, she moved in two months ago and from what little that you've spoken you know that she works all day at a ranch just outside of town. She's definitely a morning person, and she doesn't care for a fancy dress or high heels. She'd rather wear her sports wear and a baseball cap, but she's nineteen years old, has green eyes, a blond-as-gold ponytail and her smile, her laugh, the confidence she radiates, the way that she's always nice to you, the dreams you have about.