~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam DaviesThe next day, I was lost in thought.I cursed the thing’s timing as I started up the rope.Amy, Part 1On a campus of beautiful young women, Amy stood out.He knew they would do their chores and heels then get in their rooms without any trouble.Also fortunately, guys mature much slower than girls.He spent the next several seconds drenching our teen titties with long streams of hot cum.It is one in the morning, you are on your usual home burglary spree.You’ve never been caught yet, you make sure you leave no trail behind.You’re a cold and senseless sociopath who only cares about getting her prize by the end of the night.Your next target is a house on the corner of the street, as you were scouting previously, you noticed that there hasn’t been a car in the fetish driveway for days and you figure whoever lives there must be on vacation.The perfect opportunity to strike!You can’t help but grin at the perfect set of circumstances that have led you to this moment.The streetlight is out, allowing you the cover of darkness to sneak by.You quickly and quietly approach the front porch and peer into the window, you notice there isn’t a single light on in the house.Jackpot, no one’s home.You try to turn the doorknob but it’s locked, you figured it was worth a try, you proceed to go around the house to the side yard gate and you hop over it, careful to be as quiet as possible.You tiptoe through the side yard, you listen as the crickets sing their songs from nearby, it’s strangely calming.You make your way to the backyard and you budge the backyard door: locked.You sigh and try what appears to be a bedroom window, it’s unlocked.You quietly step boots in but manage to lose footing and tumble inside the bedroom over a desk, knocking over several pens and some rusty old looking books.You shut the window behind you and pick up the items you knocked over.The bartender made it seem like it would be someone who matters.Finally they both unleashed there battle cries and engaged in full on warfare.Her flesh massaged me. I drew back, bliss flowing down my shaft. He reached for the pile of leaves to grab some more, but instantly realized they were all wet. He reached for boots the dried twigs and cursed loudly. They're also wet he said, shifting through them until he found some that were less so and placed them on the ambers. He started blowing on them softly and heels a thin white smoking started rising. Hopeful, Henry started blowing a little harder, praying the twigs would catch. After a few minutes, the ambers went out completely and he moved back with a grim expression, the heavy rain showing no sign of fetish letting down around them. Fuck! Liam yelled out in anger and frustration as he realized they had lost their fire.