Hooking my thumbs in the waist of the thong, I eased it down with a wiggle of my hips. The back of it was caught in the crack of my ass as I drew the ...acy dainty down, of course. It was also clinging to the sticky-wet folds of my pussy a little, finally pulling free.Bending, I slid the panties down my thighs, and stepped out of them. Shaking them out, I folded them, and added them to the rest of my clothes in the locked drop-box. Stepping over to Carl, I asked him for his comb.This he hadn't. .. Superior Waves". This wasn't the first time Scooter had seen the T-shirt. She'd thought it was just a joke until she'd met Crystal's boyfriend Randy, and later her college roomie Myleigh, who explained in prissy language, "Yes, we are among a small group who are considered either demigods or certifiable lunatics for daring to surf the ice-water mansions of Gitchee Gumee." The stories Crystal told of winter storm surfing on Lake Superior weren't just stories at all! Scooter was a mildly. By the time she returned I'd stripped to my shorts and was doing a lazy crawl in the pool, I looked across at her as she walked over the lawn towards me and then I looked again in a comical double take, she'd obviously been wearing an underskirt in the pub, but she'd taken it off and I could clearly see the dark circles of her nipples through the bodice and her legs were encased in sheer tan stockings, she squatted at the side of the pool and handed me the champagne allowing her knees to part. There was a new type of warfare that they were speaking of. Large parties of hunters attacking villages without warning, or any provocation, taking whatever they pleased, after first subduing any resistance by means of surprise and their superior forces. Villages were being stripped bare of all of the provisions that had been stored away for the coming of winter. People that tried to resist, or even some who simply spoke out against the invading forces, were being badly hurt, sometimes even.
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