I rotated my hips some and tried to screw it more deeply into her.We had gone from my initial penetration of her narrow crevice and slick but tiny ope...ing to the kicking, screaming and pounding finale in about five minutes of steady effort so I was nowhere near ready to stop my own fierce striving despite the fact that the long-haired girl was now collapsing under me, seemingly spent and satisfied, a silly smile on her lovely face, limp as trampled grass. It was, I believe, our third sweaty. I could probably putthe costume back on after she went up, and take it off at 10, I thought.Or just keep it on, and see what she thinks, tempted my inner Harley.I got home at 6:00. When changing out of my suit, that same inner Harleysuggested that I go ahead and pad my hips and butt, and put on my tightsand fishnets. Nervously, I did. Happily, my jeans still fit over it all,though of course not the way that they normally do.After dinner, I did the dishes, and it was getting dark. I could do. "Hell no, young man. That asshole killed my son, tried to kill my only granddaughter and, burned down my damn house. He's mine," she said with determination.Not knowing what else to do, Liv and Finn stood on each side of her, watching as she tracked the black SUV that was snaking its way down the switchbacks. "Cover your ears, kids." Grannie pulled the trigger and the rocket streaked from the tube.Her aim was true. The projectile hit the driver's window dead center, and exploded on impact,. Alan reached out making sure Harman was alright when he received a shock. This little fit of anger had pushed Harman a lot higher than Alan thought it would have. Again interesting, what the hell? Was he going to have to piss them all off to get their power higher faster. Smiling a minute Alan wasn't too sure about that Truda was a sneaky one, as was Angelika, he just might regret making them both angry let alone pissed off! "Is he going to be alright?" Alan heard Angelika ask. "Yes though,".