No, he probably can't. He's sworn to be a vagabond who does not kill. It's forbidden for him to draw any sword but the reverse blade.Misao: But that d...esn't count at a time like this! He has to kill, or he'll be killed! I don't know what kind of killer Himura was before, but he has to kill one more time--Okina: That one more time is the problem. When you set him against a strong enemy like this man of Shishio's, the scales balance. Himura is teetering on the edge between the vagabond who does. . snip. The girls kept passing the scissors back and forth, meticulously removing the hair. John scooped up most of the hair and put it in an envelop to keep as a souvenir. When the girls were done, they sat back to admire their work. Ms. Kraus lay with her arm draped over her eyes."Okay, Ms. Kraus," John said, "take a look at the cunt you haven't seen for many years."Ms. Kraus lifted her head and grimaced when she saw the result of the children's play.Ivy went back to feeling her principal's. As she descended, my stiff hot cock plunged deeply into her pussy. “ Ooh, that feels so good. This is the only way I want my man in the morning.” She rose up and down on me at a galloping tempo. I felt her pussy grab and release my cock, as it slid in and out of her. The feeling was so exquisite. I felt the pressure building in my body. She felt it too and slowed her pace. She was not ready. Her pussy throbbed around me, but there was no pressure build up. She rose up almost off my cock and. After that I had no reserves and began to prepare myself for lift off.I began thrusting rapidly within her trying to bring myself to sweet release. We grunted and groaned as we rut and threw ourselves against each other, both knowing that I could not hold out much longer. My thrusting became more erratic as my breathing became more and more uneven. I could feel my release coming closer as the bubbling in my balls became increasingly hard to ignore.My body went into launch mode and I began to.