We were well into a long deserted stretch of highway and I saw her check her mirror for other cars. Seeing none, the blond reached down and unbuttoned...the four buttons keeping her short skirt closed. The sides fell back to reveal her bikini panties, crotch dark with her dampness. She looked back up at me as if for approval as she stroked herself through the frilly garment. I was grinning like an idiot and my dick was becoming uncomfortable as it expanded in my jeans. I reached inside to shift. Shaking Bill's hand, he said, "wonderful stunt you pulled getting the blond to Dallas, I heard all about it. Hell, it's the talk of the service."He looked at E'veen and hugged her. "Your shooting expertise has Washington sending new directives right, left and center. Two hand holds are all well and good, but now we all have to learn both right and left hand shooting."A deputy might be in a situation and unable to shoot dominant hand. If you can at least hit something with the off hand ... it's. You seem to have a pretty good head start, though. How much bigger do you want?" I'm not real sure," I responded. "But my mom thinks I ought to do it, and I just found out yesterday that swim team is going to be naked this year. I wouldn't want to look, uh, small." Do you generally wear pants?" the doctor asked."Uh, yeah," What kind of question was that?"And you dive at the start of a race, right?" Yes." Well, given those factors, you probably shouldn't get too aggressive for now. Hmm. Maybe a. She took the tiny head between her lips and started sucking as she let her fingers trail down the hair-covered, misshapen shaft until they were prodding his fat, swollen ball sack and getting tangled in the unruly hair sprouting all over his groin. In fact, she found it even more fascinating than that. She licked at the column of pale flesh, her tongue circling the small ridge of his crown as she thought about the men in the room. Gerald, she knew, was both dumb and egotistical enough to.