"No!" I yelled without thinking, and reached out, for the first time in anger, and whipped every rock and pebble, every loose object within sight into...a hurricane of debris that circled around the three of us. Heavy, light, blunt or sharp, thousands of little pieces of debris began pounding and cutting and whipping our attackers. My whirlwind assault quickly blunting their charge and I walked toward them, throwing chairs and tables and other large objects. Several times I saw spears or swords. But I had to get up. I had to get up now! Mrs Johnson appeared in the frame of the door, cutting out the dazzle of morning sunlight. "Tina! Are you all right!" I struggled up to my feet and ran through the into the rest of the house. Behind me I could hear the chink of glass falling. She was trying to come through after me. I had to be quick. I got to the hall. There were the letters on the inside doormat. I almost cried out in relief. I dropped to my knees, skidding the last couple of feet,. The people that Dave had hired had shown up the next morning, and told the ladies to tell them where each piece of furniture was to be placed, and to otherwise just watch. It had come off like a well-oiled machine. The only thing that had happened, was one of the men had eaten too much, and been sick at his stomach. The women had offered them all treats all during their stay. One couple, had stayed the night with them. All had been invited to stay. The wife was a beautiful Hispanic girl, who. It's about the real females under the thin veneer of plastered makeup, tiny thongs, so tiny and fragile you can rip them off trying to get them down over our asses, like a fucking hot rap* scenario, yes it all point back to females wanting cock as much as men want our wet pussies, but that crude way of admission, takes something away from the act, I like the idea, nice girl gets pulled into bushes by hot felon, rather than hot male can't get it up because girl was too aggressive.Picture this,.