I am not an expert in writing stories like i have seen and gone through of others here. But still i would give it a go. Now coming to main point, this...story which is real not a fantasy which happened during my bachelors study in university located in naval area. So as i was one of rich,intelligent and reserved student so i had always gatherings of people around me for studies and roaming around. So coming back to main subject Ayesha; she was my colleague and had group of 5 girls and 4 boys; by. The shooter had given me no chance to explain myself, much less defend myself. As the saying goes, them were fighting words!The assailant was a man in his 30s and dressed in normal clothes—no uniform or other means of identification. He had shot me with a Beretta 9mm automatic such as one could buy at a gun shop. I didn’t know who he was, but I did figure that he was a danger to humanity at large.Before he could get off a second shot, I swatted the gun from his hand and grabbed his balls with. . colors... confusion..." weresome of the words I picked out, or thought I did.Then it came to a stop, and vanished. There one moment, and not therethe next. But it was quite a while before the lethargy left me and Icould move again. It wore off for Spar first, and she shook my arm andwaved her hands in front of my staring eyes for a minute or two, askingme in increasing panic if I was all right, before I could finallyanswer her."I don't know if we're all right yet," I said. "But we can't. I was excited, I could feel my cock, hard inside my trousers, throbbing and aching as I ran my hands over her perfect soft skin. I undid her bra strap and pushed the straps aside as I worked on her back, the muscles were knotted and tight, so I worked hard to loosen her up. She was making appreciative moaning sounds and I continued.I massaged her back, sides, arms and fingers, then moved down to her legs and feet, taking my time and feeling the tension ebb from her perfect body. She was.