BOOM!Like a balloon exploding upon the touch of a needle, Zechariah’s and Linor’s defensive mist energies burst under the pressure of the invisibl... cyclone.Zechariah and Linor were hurled uncontrollably, like broken kites in a thunderstorm.BANG!BANG!As the two struck the eleven elders’ protective formation, clear sounds of detonation rebounded in the hall.The protective formation was already slightly cracked from the fluctuation of Zechariah’s and Linor’s attacks, after being hit by their. Last year a group of us went to the state fair. We had a LOT of drinks and were rather tipsy. He had been appointed the job of getting me back to the hotel (which I was very happy about) although, I wasnt sure I would have the courage to really tell him how I felt. We had been really flirting with each other the entire day (me more than him) and in my cloudy, alcohol soaked head, I think we were talking about us when we decided to leave the beer tent. We took the sky ride across the fair. ’ I can’t quite recall how the conversation went after that. Although by its conclusion I found myself signed up for a hundred pounds worth of life drawing classes. Well verbally anyway. Jesus no wonder Elvira was such a successful artist, me, agreeing to go to art classes! The damned woman could sell coals to Newcastle. Anyway as a result of that conversation, seven-thirty eight the following Tuesday evening found me standing by an easel in one of the classrooms at the local art college.. Any comments and suggestions from anyone are greatly appreciated.Sarah spent her whole Friday night thinking about her interview. Even when her husband was home she wondered around in a daze thinking about the most intense sexual experience of her life. Every time she played out the day in her head her pussy would be aching to be touched, licked, fingered or fucked. She was exhausted due to the fucking and her body being in a constant state of arousal. She didn't have a clue how she managed to.