. GOD DAMN IT, LET ME GO!"I had had enough of this. I began a flurry of strokes up and down her legs, across her ass and down to her shoulder blades. ...ver and over the hose stung her skin as she flailed around and sobbed uncontrollably.I lost count of how many strokes I was up to when she passed out and her body went completely limp. Baby and I lowered the bed. I hadn't noticed that she pissed her pants at some point. There was a wet streak from her crotch to her head; her hair and the bed. They had the means of distributing fuel for their vehicles separate from service stations that were all standing idle because of the lack of power. Then another biggie. We are just two people who may be lost in the mountains when there are literally thousands of people in the cities that need food and shelter. Face it, Girl. We won’t be on any list — anywhere. If we get out of here alive, we will have to do it ourselves.With her spirits gradually increasing, she held her husband’s hand as ideas. What would it feel like to rub my cock on Justine’s smooth skin? By the time I returned to close the curtains that evening I’d had a shave. Not just my face. I’d shaved my body hair – a sack and crack – I was smooth from my anus to my belly button… and that smoothness had felt so damn sexy that I’d got carried away and my legs, chest and underarms had received the same treatment. My bare cock and balls looked odd when I looked at my reflection in Justine’s mirror but they were ultra-sensitive.. Such was my life daily school after that bus to town for tuition and then straight home. So so there was one bus which I frequently took to reach home from tuition. The bus driver and the conductor was damn close to me, as they used to see me as their pet traveler. Everyday I shall reach the main bus stand where is bus will be at halt for 15 min and the travel time for my stop is 25 mins, they used to buy me samosa tea buns and eat well along with the other bus drivers. When I reached the bus.