Also, moving forward, I will try to keep the titles of stories consistent. The word ‘Angel’ is followed by the name of the heroine in the story.I ...hose the word angel because I feel every woman on this earth is an angel. Beautiful in their own ways irrespective of age, size, or color. These beautiful angels deserve to be treated with sheer respect, and their bodies should be worshiped well to satisfy their needs. In this story, I am back to writing about my experience with the girl who took my. I lay her on the bed and say I will be back in a little while. I tell them both no one knows you’re here and I need to hide your vehicle I will then return to put you both in your places like I promised. I left and drove up to my house to dress and then return her car back to her home. I walked for about three miles away and got a Uber to take me home. Once I returned home, I got dressed in some rugged outfit of camouflage and my combat boots. I jumped on my four-wheeler and traveled back out. Not long after noon, Sara rang the bell of Bev and Jerry's apartment. The door opened and Sara stepped inside, tuning to see her hostess. Bev was indeed Asian; black hair, oriental features and all. She stood about five three. She wore sheer, multicolored tights that showed every hair on her lower body, especially the sparse hair on her mons. On top, she wore a cut-off top of the same material. It ended several inches above her waist. Her skin was creamy and flawless. Sara's reaction must have. The dweller brandished a crudely made bow and arrow in one hand, cautiously moving forward with the other hand against the cave wall.“Wow,” Kellie whispered. “A cave man!”At Groves excited urging, Kellie described the creature in detail: aboriginal, hairy, stoop-shouldered, and filthy. Her watcher appeared both terrified and enraged at her presence. Judging her distance to be within range of the bow and arrow, she took a judicious step back, and then another.“A humanoid!” Grove marveled. “What.