As he lowered his zip, hispants dropped down. Soon these were off and drapped hastily across the chair, asKevin once again felt the nervousness whithi... himself. Another thing hadhappened. Kevin knew it and the other two knew it too. Kevin had managed to musterup an erection and it was clearly visible in the white cotton material of hisunderpants. Calmly the man in the room spoke. "Don't worry Kevin. It'salways like this. Just remove the underpants." Kevin quickly decided to keep going andhe. .. just surprising that she'd actually voiced it aloud.“Punish me,” she said again, her voice strained and scratchy. “Please.”“No,” I said simply, though the refusal was far from simple. What I wouldn't give to punish her.She let out a frustrated but short scream and stepped to the wall, then slammed her fist into it over and over until I rushed over and grabbed her wrist to stop her, the scent of blood hitting me square and rendering me feral for the briefest of moments. But a brief moment was. None of our people were used to throwing balls, but everybody could throw a stick, which was the great virtue of the German design.Further thought about the pottery stick grenade design made me think of a fuse system for the grenade. The stick or neck of the grenade had to be hollow to allow filling the grenade with the blasting powder. Therefore, if the pottery were fired with a stick in place to form the neck, then a stick could slide down the neck and compress the air inside the grenade.. "I love you, I LOVE you , I LOVE YOU, MAURICE!" It came out of her, wild and uncontrolled, after their first mutual orgasms together, Maurice's huge penis staying rock hard as it continued to take her, his ass flexing with the motion. "Oh, I love you all right, Maisie!," her delicious new man responded. He rolled them over quickly, still holding Maisie's tiny waist, his hands easily wrapping completely around it, as he continued to control the depth and pace of their lovemaking even with her on.