Unless it’s a Category 4 or 5, you just wait it out. I remember when my parents retired, they took a trip out to Arizona, just in time for a very fr...aky Pacific hurricane that ran up the Gulf of California. The locals were going crazy, but my folks were just going, “So what?”I didn’t remember the specific dates of Hurricane Agnes, but I did know the normal hurricane season runs from June through November, and the hurricanes are named alphabetically, so Agnes would have been in the beginning of. Just enough. Then I move further south, leaving random, soft kisses down your chest, then your stomach. Up again, feathery kisses trailing across your skin, feeling your heat, breathing in your scent. Your heart is starting to pump a little harder, your breathing shallower and more sporadic. I kiss my way back down. I can see your arousal outlined in your jeans and I lean down, placing a kiss on it, smiling as you groan and involuntarily flex. I love exerting my power over you, seeing your body. In no time I had the drawer open, my mouth watered as lying there weretwo other beautiful dresses plus a change of underwear as well asanother gorgeous nighty. I knelt like a true girl salivating whilechoosing which gorgeous dress and lingerie to put on Cindy for today. I chose a lovely emerald green velvet party dress, with peppermint greensatin panties and petticoat that showed sweetly below the knee lengthfull skirt. A couple of inches above the skirt hemline a narrow whitelace, the same. Sameena was traveling to Bangalore for a week’s conference and meetings. She loved Bangalore city among all the other places she had traveled. She checked in the five-star hotel located in the center of the city. With marathon meetings, she ordered wine to her room at the end of the day.After a few pegs of wine, she jumped over the bed, scrolling through ISS stories. She read a few stories and touched herself in self-pleasure. She chatted with some ISS Authors in the kick of the alcohol. I was.