November 6 through the 10th, 1913, the very reason the Kings Knight was hurrying to miss the Winds of November, is a time Michigan and Ontario would p...efer to have never happened.Those four days of 90 mile per hour winds, close coupled waves reaching 50 feet in height and 24 inches of heavy wet snow sank eight ships for a total loss. Eight ships in Huron alone.They were the Argus: 28 victims, James Carruthers: 22 dead, Hydrus: 25 drowned, John A. McGean: 28 sons of the sea lost off the south. But inside, I was all knotted up.We passed some more of the little trick-or-treaters, and finally Uncle Teddy stopped in front of a house on a corner.“Here’s your big chance, Kid,” he said.“Can’t we wait for some more kids to show up?”“Nope. You go up alone. I’ll wait here.”He lifted the cape off my shoulders, so it hung down my back. My titties pointed into the wind like a couple of sailboats.“OK, here I go,” I said.I patted his crotch for luck — yeah, he was hard in there — and started up the. His kiss was wild, biting and mowing her face as he grabbed her ass in one hand.The petticoat had fallen loose and I could see his hands plucking the flesh of her butts inside her panties. She moaned as he plundered his tongue in her. He continued kissing her neck as he moved her hair away, forcefully pulling her blouse off her shoulder.He looked hungry for her breasts and cared not to remove her blouse with decency. He still maintained his calm and pulled open the strings of her blouse. He. In comparison, Irene had seemed–I won’t say dumpy, but a bit too much woman for her average height. In the last few months, something had transformed her. She had changed before my eyes, with me hardly noticing, and now she was trim, athletic, muscular even. The position I refer to is Irene seated on my desk, her strapped high-heeled-sandals resting one each on the arms of my chair, her panties hanging on her left ankle, and the skirt of her billowy summer dress–a light blue and white.