Wow! That is a lot worse than I could have guessed.Where I had pulled the energy out of middle of the tornado I could see a nearly semi-circle area wi...h part of the roof off the back of Trudy’s blown off by the front edge of the tornado. The width of the damage was at least five houses wide. From here to where the tornado had touched down only had piles of debris and signs of where a house might once have been built. If someone used a tornado sized leaf blower to clear the debris I doubt if. She took the tube and added a more generous amount to two fingers. I took a deep breath, and her hand reassuringly circled my chest as she told me to keep stroking my cock. When her two fingers pushed past the opening, I tensed up and let out a moan of pain. Her fingers held still until I had relaxed.“Are you doing okay?” She asked as the two fingers moved inside me.“Yes, much better now.” I felt her fingers twist and pull apart as they slid deeper inside. She told me a third finger was needed. "Of course you have, silly, you've been kissing one all weekend," is your breathless reply. My mind races to make sense of the situation. You are still you, I reason, no matter what you're wearing. I, too, am the same compassionate, caring human being, wig or no wig. The clothes and makeup are secondary. It is our souls that are entwined regardless of our outward appearance. All rational thought flies out the window as you reach for my hardening cock."What's your fancy this morning, Monique?". .it is eveningin a moment ...a lot of noisedustdustthe hearthquake....everything is movingyou fall downpeople screaming...when you get up...you see a lot of confusionall police agents are laying onb floorno lightjust few light from windowsyou hear a noise behind you...4 guys are running...getting guns and other things from floor...rough guysmaybe prisonersyou are just watching when you realized that they are around you....one of them get your arm: and run towards outssidethey get a police van.