Rustic rough wooden balconies ringed the wall on all sides at the second story level. Thousands of LED icicle lights hung from the unpainted railings ...nd stairways. A soft, comforting glow bathed the room in the soothing and pleasant colors of an autumn sunset.Sheila directed us to accompany her to her upstairs office. She stood about five feet six inches and was a good looking professional woman about my age. Without a trace of makeup. She needed none. Streaks of red highlighted her short. The bitch must somehow see something that I don't because when Ben leaves to check Patches, she gives me this diabolical look and smile that chills me to the bone. After that she leaves me to check on Patches (and I'm sure mostly to be with Ben). I want to rip the bitch's arms off as she touches my Ben on the shoulder...I even consider checking on Patches too, just to continue to perturb Stacy. But then I hear the sound of several helicopters, look up and it appears the cavalry has arrived. I. And have the scars to prove it.”Megan’s expression turned to a look of confusion. “I thought you only top? How could you possibly get hurt?”I laughed and replied, “Fucking,” I paused to gauge Megan’s reaction. Her eyes widened slightly. “Forgive my choice of words.”She chuckled and said, “Please continue.”“Would you agree that fucking is inherently a violent act? Not to be confused with an act of violence, of course.”She nodded. “I get the point. Yes, it could be interpreted as an inherently a. Plus, the storm was so strong now that only a fool would even be out in this tempest. “I know,” she sighed, spreading her soft teenage thighs wide and pulling them up to her chest, fully exposing her glistening pussy to his astonished gaze. “Eat me, Billy,” she breathed. “Lick my pussy and make me cum.” Now he got on his knees on the floor, and flipping up he cheerleader skirt, planted his whole mouth over her dripping snatch and stuck his tongue deep inside her still-pulsating hole.“OHH! GOD!.