"You ain't goin' nowhere, BITCH!" The mean guy slapped her face, leaving his red handprint on her cheek. Brenda yelped in pain as her eyes immediately...watered, and tears trickled down her reddened flesh. Mitch meekly tried to come to his wife's rescue, but the two more punches, from his captors drained him of all his energy. Brenda felt the hand entwine in her auburn curls, twisting until he could hold her painfully, in place. Brenda and Mitch realized it was no use to fight, and resigned. .. you don't want to do that it's a girly thing or stop that you're a boy... So needless to say my dress up days ended around the time of age 10. I only got away with it for that long by pretending I really wasn't having a good time and my cousins thinking they were getting over on me. Little do they know how much I cherish those times in my life?My dressing and makeup parties were then resigned to raiding my mother's closets when they would be out for extended periods of time. I would sneak. I moved my lips towards her neck and slowly licking the area. I went upto her ears and took her ear lobe in my mouth and started sucking and biting it. Her breath quickened and she has goose pimples on her skin. I inserted my tongue in her ear and started licking.My hands are now moving upwards from her waist to her great breasts. I cupped them from behind on the blouse and pressed them with both my hands. She is wearing a bra. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on my hands with tight. Most of the work would be done by POV, with the people comfortably ensconced in Camp Rucker.Brock planned to zig-zag across Florida and Alabama, hitting the major towns along the way until he came to Pensacola, Florida. There had been a major naval base and training station there before the collapse, so he expected that he would find significant opposition centered there.The POV scouting done by him and his assistants showed that there were very few people located south and west of Dothan. The.