. a grass airfield south and west of Dunedin, New Zealand. Mosgiel? Something like that."The sound of a pair of heavy shoes startled the pair of girls... The noise came from Anet's boots. "Get ready," she said."What's up?" Library. Come on. Let's go," said Anet."Anet," moaned Brigid, "It's raining." And so it was ... buckets. A late spring downpour.Anet agreed, "It's been raining for a week. We need to get out of the house."Keirstan was already stamping into her rain boots. "She's right. Cabin. I have overgrowth of my own and I don’t plan on ever trimming it. My fingers linger on my lips, slowly stroking back and forth but not entering; exciting myself and making me even wetter.Now my nipples want attention. I ignore them momentarily. I need to travel more, and the walking alone will agitate them enough for now. I continue my walk, keeping an eye on that rushing river beside me, my feet extremely cool as I walk through small puddles of leftover rain. My hands don’t know what to do as. .”“Sick bastard,” Mac muttered.“So do you mind if you don’t kill me anymore?” Lisa asked, looking at the cannon in his arms. She looked upset and petulant at the same time.Mac dropped the cannon and pulled her into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her.“You’re a fake,” he said, smiling into her face, “and I love you.”Lisa groaned as she felt his next question forming in his insatiable mind.“If he didn’t kill you the second time,” he asked, an instant later, “what happened to the ‘other’. I don't know, normally, when I allow a chick to do that she takes off her shirt. You still have yours on."Vicky didn't say a word as she barely kept her balance and sluffed off her top revealing her small tits wearing a pink bra.Wow, she really is fucked up."And a girl takes off her pants too."She unzipped her jeans and tried pealing them off. Vicky plopped in an empty chair, before rolling in the dirt of my front yard, and finished removing her pants. She popped right back up (barely) showing.