A fee minutes passed and I grabbed Sung-mi up and lifted her to my height. My raging hardon was straight up and I was lowering her slightly to press m... dickhead against her panty covered bottom. I rrached around her tiny boby and pulled her panties to one sife and lower Sung-mi down until I was able to guide my shaft to her love offering. She held my shoulders while I held her thigh and her bottom as she slowly dropped onto my waiting shaft. She grimaced several times as we work to get my. They arrived to a grim faced aunt and uncle and the news about a bombing in Washington DC. Friday hadn't been any better when they woke to the news that the newly elected president had been assassinated."I think you should stay here for a few days," Uncle Frank told Cherie Friday afternoon. They had been listening to news reports of rioting all across the United States."But I have a test in algebra," Mary protested. "I have to be in school Monday."Cherie had to smile because she knew that Mary. ... She smiled and said now you have to marry me. Three weeks later we tied the knot....In the Garage was a pack that was always ready to go. It contained a small tent and a double sleeping bag. Bricks of ammo. I carried a .30 cal pistol and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a home made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 gauge with a homemade pistol grip. To some of you this may seem like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and shotgun had been my Fathers. He told me one day I would. It reminded me of a museum. Candy's father owned a steel company, except it didn't make steel. He bought scrap metal in the United States, because we have a lot of it, and sold it to the Chinese because they need all the metal they can get their hands on. He made a ton of money and did it with only two offices, one in Seattle and another one in Shanghai, and less than thirty people on his payroll. Him and my dad got along great, believe me, except the guy always seemed to be in China."Hey!".