Only a small tendril of smoke rose from the embers of what was once the cabin. A farm wagon stood nearby, its boxed scorched but no longer burning. Ti...d spread eagle and upside down to the large rear wheel, was the remains of the naked body of a man.A small fire had been built under his head and his brains slowly roasted until his head burst. From the amount of blood on the rest of the body, it appeared that he had been badly cut and tortured while his brain was being roasted. It could have. After my last writing my MIL said we should meet at her place just for something different. She said her mother was going out with some of her family members and we would have the house to ourselves. She called around 6:00 to tell me her mother had left and she would be expecting me around 6:30. I arrived promptly rang the doorbell and was greeted by my MIL in some very attractive lingere. She asked how I liked it. I couldn't help but like it the bustier really showed off her tits, and. . Ranger! Ist jemand da? Hier ist es nicht mehr sicher, bitte öffnen sie die Tür!", rief ein Mann, doch wie ein Ranger klang der nicht wirklich. Emilia zumindest war nicht überzeugt. "Wie oft willst du noch fragen? Jetzt mach einfach die scheiß Tür auf du Idiot.", sagte ein anderer. Emmi's Augen weiteten sich und sie lief schnell zu der versteckten Falltür im Wohnzimmer, die unter den Boden der Hütte führte. Gerade noch rechtzeitig, denn Sekunden später hörte sie einen der Männer sagen: "Okay,. This was where all my other senses came crashing down. The scent from her foot was.. well, it was heavenly. I'd smelled Emili's shoes after a day of work, secretly, and they didn't come close to this. I'd smelled her bare foot, after pleading, fresh after work. That still didn't come close to Shiann's intoxicating scent, the corn chip smell mixed with the musk of days-old sweat, blasting down my nostrils. It took everything in me not to inhale. I thought of holding my breath, trying to.