Whenever there is a big bush fire, the service calls up its volunteers, organises them into strike teams and sends them out to fight. A strike team is...5 trucks, each truck with nominally 5 crew, a command vehicle with 3 crew and sometimes a quickfill with 2 crew to supply the frontline trucks with water as quickly as possible. This is usually done by finding a river, creek or other water supply and pumping out of there and into the trucks.Generally speaking, the crew of each truck is from the. You won’t need me anymore. Take care of Amanda for me. This is my last selfish request. Goodbye, Michael, my love,’ she trailed off as she slowly crumpled to the floor. There was a light gasp, and then her eyes opened again. They were looking straight at me. I lost all the tension in my body as she propped up on her hands and knees in the white summer dress that almost looked like a nightgown. It was hard to tell in the dim candlelight where the border between the dress and the pale flesh was. How could she earn this delight? Mr. Wise took the belt and wrapped it around her wrists, tight, in a way she knew would leave a mark. She rotated her hips, aching for someone to fill her pussy. She felt a wave of pleasure, too good to comprehend. A cool tongue was softly placed on her mound. She could smell her sex in the air. She lusted forward, while Mr. Wise unzipped himself, revealing his pulsing cock. She licked it, slowly and sweetly. She focused on Wise, by taking all of him into her. The room looked the same really under all the brown house sweat that stained the once white walls.Sailor Moon poster and pornagraphic anime images still graced the wall. The computer had changed but still lay open with no outer shell, it's screen bright in the windowless room. Forever stepped further into the bedroom eyes fixed on the person sleep on the matress. He was skinnier as if her hadn't eatened for day and his long brown hair lay limp and greasy from days unwashed. The bare white of.