‘Here they come again!’ They came on more slowly this time, saving themselves for the last few yards. ‘Hold your fire, men.’ It took nerves of...steel to stand and wait as the screaming horde came closer. The men stood steady along the bags of sand and grain, the carts, and pieces of wood. Suddenly with an angry scream they rushed the barricade and were greeted with a hail of gunfire. Only this time the mob crashed over the obstacle. There was a lot of smoke and leaping flame along the line.. At home i got mum to help mefinish my dress. She even made a small dolls one to match.More tea, and hypnosis, was my bedtime fate.Thursday I got dressed, in my cute schoolgirl outfit, with long over theknee socks, and black mary jane heels. My makeup was only my tatooedeyeliner. my smooth hairless face, needed foundation, and eyeshadow; andyes red lipstick too. My girlish hairdo needed just a brush, and i wasready.At breakfast Mummy said, "You are such a pretty girl. But makeup is askill you. He grabbed her hand to stop her. ‘Climb over me,’ he demanded. ‘Just do it.’ She sighed and commented, rolling her eyes, ‘You always have to make things difficult.’ She began to crawl over him to get in back. When her hips were at the height of his head, with one hand, he grabbed hold of her by the waist, holding her pelvis level with his face. With the other, he yanked the tight little skirt off of her hips. She was wearing black panties with a lacy waistband. Not that he noticed as he removed. Pardon me, I'll be right back.I nearly fumble my phone in the toilet stall, but my cold sweaty hands finally manage to open the picture. Much of her pussy is obscured behind her hand, but her gleaming pussy hair is slightly red; the carpet matches the d****s. The folds of her labia are in full bloom, swollen like she's freshly fucked. I contemplate snapping one off right there in the bathroom. I take a breath, email myself the picture, and delete it from my phone. I'll cum to it later.Her.