S.A. But I guess he's got to have some kind of Scandinavian heritage." Lars." Stop it!" Susan said, but she was laughing.Behind the laughter, her thou...hts wandered back to the past week. Long before Arlie and Dan had returned from out west, she had checked and re-checked the house to assure that no shred of physical evidence could possibly betray the fact that Lars had been a guest of the Stone household and had even drunk a bit of Arlie's scotch.Very late Monday night, after Dan had. Her little cunt swallowing more of his cock as he forced it through the tight walls, making her whimper.“Daddy… oh god… please,” she moaned, squeezing her pussy around his cock.He couldn’t stop himself. Her tight little cunt clasping down on his cock sent a wave of pleasure to his gut and he pulled her into his thrust, driving her completely down his shaft until he was deep into her belly and making her cry out.“Fuck… oh fuck… quiet b-abygirl… oh god… got to be… fuckkkk… quiet,” he grunted,. The words were inspiring enough, anyway, as they gave what hope there was, at least when combined with the sudden presence of the Iron Fleet. The wildfire was certainly good news, as it even some of the odds that they faced, rather long ones at that, even now. If wildfire bought them some time and destroyed some wights into the bargain, so much the better. The danger was still quite real, for sure, but for now, their desperation was not as great.The Night King didn’t stop his efforts yet,. Jethro, always a big fraidycat anyway, lay with his head in my lap trembling.We ended up staying at my grandparents' house for four days because the electricity took that long to restore. My ever-prepared grandfather had a twelve-kilowatt diesel generator in his shop that back fed through his circuit breaker panel. When the wind died down Papa turned off his principle main circuit breaker then all the individual breakers. He cranked up the generator and threw a switch in his garage that fed the.