The bridges and road have been washed away, as have the power and phone lines. David says you can get internet here and have found a spot to make a ph...ne call on a mobile phone. We need to contact the emergency services."I asked him how many people were affected, he said he didn't know but at least thirty houses were in the flooded area. He said that people were on their roofs, he had heard them calling out as he made his way here. The flashes I had seen were the power lines being destroyed.The. “My god you’re beautiful,” I said quietly, clearing some of the hair from her face. She blushed like a little girl at the compliment and tried to sit up as well but just couldn’t make it, flopping back down. She held a hand over her stomach and grimaced, gently rubbing her belly. “Are you alright?” Can I get you anything?” “I’m just getting old is all, can’t fuck like I used to,” she chuckled, “Can you get me something cold to drink though, I’m dying.” “Sure thing,” I leaned down and. She let it fall to the floor and she picked it up laying it over a chair.“I don’t care who wants to fuck me first, you’ll all get a chance to cum twice.”“What about your husband?” Kevin asked.“He’s going to sit like a good husband and watch his wife enjoy her birthday presents,” she said making him sit close by. “If he’s a good boy, he can have sloppy seconds or thirds if he can resist jerking off.”“I ‘ll fix you, you fucking bitch! I’ll record your fucking and downloaded it onto. “Ponies, do you ride ponies?” she qualified, trying not to cringe at the look he gave her. She hated men who leered at her as if she was a piece of meat in the market.“Not bloody likely. Ponies are nasty, smelly creatures. I don’t mind betting on the ponies, however,” he told her.Vera frowned, and Essco suddenly realised he had offended her. Then her attire registered with his brain. She was dressed in a western-style shirt and jeans from the replicator. Obviously, she liked the obnoxious.