She wore her dark blond hair up at school, but he could tell it would reach down past her shoulders if she unbound it. She sure had nice handfuls for ...reasts, though she never wore anything that showed them off. She couldn't hide her hips, though. She often wore short skirts that hugged her hips, which swelled from a thin waist and then curved back in to legs that looked like they'd never quit. Several times he'd caught himself staring at those hips and found his dick starting to get hard. She. She said she chose her outfit to “show off her best features”. At the time I did not consider that the outfit would provide ease of access for other activities as well. I’m not sure whether she did or not. By about 11:00pm we had all had a few drinks, seen a few tits, and learned a few things about the ground rules of Mardi Gras. The Strand, in those days, stretched from the cruise ship harbor at one end to the old train station (now a museum) at the other. The nearer to the cruise ships the. By the time we made it out of the restaurant the sun was starting to go down, and the clouds were moving in. Thank god for the Monsoon season or we would never get any rain here in Arizona . We decided to take a nice car ride through the outskirts of town, out towards Buckeye through the back roads and fields. We drove in silence, just enjoying the view of the forgotten properties and open road, the sky a wonderful mix of red, orange, and purple. I was starting to fall asleep when I heard the. That meant they were either in the dining room or kitchen, where there were tools of destruction. Maran didn’t want to make herself vulnerable to attack. To meet an intruder without properly having something to bring to the fighting ring would be dangerous. The music began to fade, her senses returning to her. The post in her hand was snapped in half over her knee, which hurt at first but was a fade compared to the cloudiness from just now. Was there someone in the house other than the three of.