"How many more hours do I needto do to get permission to carry?"The medics came in then and he said, "With the way you shoot?" Heshook his head. "Come...back in for another two-hour session next weekand we'll get you signed off for it. You're worse than my MasterSergeant from the SEALS! No one should be able to shoot that well!"I watched as they picked Hannah up and carried her down the hallwaythat I followed. 'How long is she going to be out, Caireen?''Probably a couple hours, you had way too. Samantha was amazed at the way the conversation flowed around the room, from one to the other, always including her and giving her a chance to voice her opinion, which was a new feeling for her. Her family never really asked her opinion, or that of her mother. Her father and three brothers thought that the opinions of women were not relevant. It was a backwards view that many in her small home town seemed to share and had coloured her opinions of the world at large. This was a wonderful change. "Don't freak," warned Holly, sectioning in the back. "I'm keeping it thesame, just cleaning up the layers, unless you want something different?" All I wanted all along was it to be dry and to be warm," moaned Max."That's what you tell me after all this work I did to fix you up?" saidHolly, getting snippy. "After how nice I've been to you, bitch?" She didn't mean it like that," said Billyjoe, coming over and calmingher. "She's appreciative and you know she was dying to look hot to meetmy mother.. “Good morning, Mrs. Evans. I trust you had a nice rest,” I greeted her.“Yes, Mr. Evans, quite good thanks to you ... and him,” she said giving my full member a firm squeeze.Grabbing a handful of her lovely ass, I returned the compliment. “This sure knows how to send a man to bed satisfied, too, love,” I replied, giving a few taps on her bottom.She raised her head and planted a very deep kiss on me. Our tongues swam together as they had last night, and her hand began a gentle stroke of my.