Sandy and I were cooking. Well, Sandy was cooking and I was trying to help rather than get in the way.We had blueberry pancakes and sausages. I prayed...for people with weather-related problems and for those injured in the storms. I thanked God that we were all safe. I thanked God for the cook and for the meal.Sandy said, "How was it, David?"David said, "It was a long, rough night. If there wasn't a tornado over by 475, then it will do until a real one comes along. Our radios were off-line out. In the light, I had seen that she had chestnut hair and bright green eyes. She wore a pair of running shorts and a tanktop with a sports bra. She had the build of a runner, lithe and graceful. There was a natural sweetness to her face, as if you would feel bad using a curse word in front of her. I realized I had been studying her face for a while and wasn’t talking.“Um, yeah,” I sputtered out. “I’m from a pretty big city, and we don’t seven see a fraction of this.”“That’s too bad,” she teased,. I pulled out the material I was stitching on, pulled the chart and went to get all the threads I'd need for the day. As I got to the 310 drawer I discovered that I was out! Damn! Black is the predominant color for this piece so before I could do anything else I'd have to go and get some. I went back to the kitchen and pulled the phone book out of it's place by the entryway and looked to see if there was either a Hobby Lobby or a Michael's located close by. Luckily there's a Hobby Lobby. I laughed as I took my camera and took several pictures of her before she even knew what hit her. She moved to wipe the cum off of her face, but I stopped her. “A good whore leaves her master’s cum on her face until she is instructed to clean herself.” I could tell poor Katee was in shell shock. I got her onto her feet and swiftly unclasped her bra, letting her jailbait tits fall free from their entrapment. I similarly stripped her of her jeans and thong. “Now daddy needs some time recover for.