Mandy Majestic - Manhandlin' Mandy

"Okay, let's do a bit breasts of brainstorming." I took my notepad from my back pocket and prepared to write. Over the next twenty minutes, we put together a quick plan of action. The women of the clan were all skilled in their chosen fields of expertise. Before we did anything else, we needed a complete and accurate inventory of equipment and supplies: what still worked, what was damaged, and what was destroyed? To be meaningful, any plan would have to take into account the Society's status of resources. Brenda's face was grim as she rose from her seat and took her place behind the podium. Her expression was a perfect mirror of the sullen faces of the sisterhood. As quartermaster, she and her crew were responsible for logistics and the colony's inventory of supplies and equipment. "We took a heavy hit last night," Brenda said using a voice loud enough to reach the furthest corners of the amphitheater. First the good news. We’re alive. No one was hurt. We were lucky. The event only caused a single fire, and we got it out before it could spread. The power surge which killed the lights also crucified the public address system. Lung power replaced loudspeakers. I bbw leaned forward in my seat and strained to hear. Too many hours walking the flight line in the war without ear protection had damaged my hearing. "Everything above ground with a circuit board is dead." She paused and scanned the room before turning to the commander. "With the exception of devices and equipment in use or in reserve in the cavern, Big Boobs we're back in the 1920s." big She pointed to the darkened video displays and the bank of lifeless monitors lining the wall behind her. "Quick summary. Remote sensors and video have been decimated. Forty out of forty deployed devices have been destroyed, five reserve sensors and cameras in our underground storage Big Tits cavern remain operational." The quartermaster's facial expression could have been borrowed from a grieving mother mourning the loss of her children. "Our vehicle fleet has been decimated. The storm fried the microchips in our fourteen trucks and SUVs. The onboard electronics and computer chips are beyond repair. It will take time to rewire the ignition systems and modify the engines to run without chips. “Until we do, transportation is limited to three Kawasaki Mules, a dozen horses, and half-dozen motorized bicycles. And our feet." Brenda's look of despair said more than her words. "We have no airforce left. Our squadron of drones, all fifteen of them, are history. We have three which were in the shop for repairs and maintenance, maybe they can be salvaged. Beyond that, we got nothing flying, except for our flock of fucking chickens," the quartermaster snarled. Her well-known hatred of chickens colored her answer. Jen was nervous and all excited at the same time her Big Tits heart beat faster and faster as she walked over to the entrance door to the bedroom with him. He leaned his head back and made a sound of pleasure. As she shot through, and closed the door behind her, both Tim and Richard looked over at her. I let out a snort. I need to teach them to be dominating, Big Boobs strong young men who seize their education. Candice stopped being my friend in that moment and became a sexy futa. No Revelations or end of days.” I pull him into a hug and his arms tighten around me. “I… I just really wanted to believe that they liked breasts us… I wanted a girlfriend so bad!” he sobs. Not his.” Her minor was business. He untied her wrist and removed the blindfold letting her slide out of bed and rush to the toilet. “I suppose you are big right.” It was every fantasy of every teen age boy on the planet. Her dad was bbw a doctor, and her mother was a high school biology teacher. “Yes, yes, you scared of treeman, little man.” It drew back its gnarled arm. Good lord as if this wasn’t scary enough they have to also make these damn rooms so cold!