Two houses down from us lived Mrs. Sykes. Her full name was Ellie Sykes and she was forty. She would bake cakes and cookies for us kids and give them ...way. When it was Halloween, she was the first to get a knock on the door because we knew she always had plenty of candy and sweets. Her husband was in the Marines and he'd suggested that Luke join. His name was Mark Sykes but he was not as lucky as my step-brother. Mark did come home, but in a box, and it was quite a small box since he had been. "It's okay. The shop broke my fall," Matt deadpanned. "Please tell me that was empty." Ow. Yeah, everybody evacuated. Matt, look out!" The giant, twenty-foot-tall creature arrived at the rubble of the store and began beating its fists against Panther. Then she yelped as she barely dodged a laser barrage from above and another blast of fire. "Shit, even my shield won't be much help if attacks are coming from two directions. Both of these guys were problematic on their own, much less together.". She wore a pair of string panties and her dress was on her ass but Andy was the only one who could see the view of her plump little ass, her cheeks pale and smooth like the rest of her slim frame. Amber reached out and touched Mary’s thigh. She squeezed impressed with how firm the woman was almost like rock but warm. “I still have some work to do on it,” Mary said, “but I think I’m heading along the right track.” Amber moved her hands to Mary’s abs and ran her hands over the woman’s wash board. After a moment's fumbling, Karen helped him to gather one into a small ring, then carefully draw it up his shining, smooth leg. He managed the other on his own. She showed him how to position the garters and soon he felt the tug and pressure of the stockings as they joined with the counterbalancing pressure of his corset. "All right," Karen said briskly, "one more item, then a little practice on posture and moving." The last item was really a pair, a pair of shining black high-heeled shoes. .