It was mine." That's right. It was yours. Remind me again why that is," he asked while sliding the zipper down and pushing the dress off her shoulders... The dress puddled at her feet."Because -" she started to say and then drifted off as he dropped a line of kisses along her shoulder before hooking a finger under the strap of her bra and sliding it down her arm."I'm listening," he said, trailing kisses along her shoulder and neck as he slid the other strap down her arm.“We’re no good. With one arm to hold me up, I used the other to take turns teasing her perky brown nipples and pulling them toward me. I kneaded and pawed at her round 34C breasts as I pistoned myself inside of her at a low tempo, but with great force. As I continued to nail her to the table, I continued to explain. “My sweet mother, you’ve lived most of your life without me telling you what to do, and so has Lydia. I don’t want to control you or use you for other’s amusement or any of that other disgusting. I got into a battle stance baring my fangs, she did the same and i called out to her"Come on, warrior. If battle is what you want, then you are going to get it.'we charged each other meeting in the middle of the clearing, like before she was fast and agile, but unlike then i was ready for her and as she juked right and lept in the air i shot my hand out and grabed her on her neck and threw her to the ground. she got back up before i could kill her and came for me again. this time her agility. . Okay?”The movies show a turret blowing straight up after a direct hit. That’s not exactly how it works. There is a cook off time before the turret takes off ... but, you know the movies ... if it’s not action right now it’s on the cutting room floor. Usually the crew is already dead from metal splatter.The turret rests on a platform and it’s the platform that rotates. It’s the weight of the turret that keeps it from falling off. The turret gears are on the floor of the tank and not on the.