By now she had my pants down, and my dick didn't care where we were. "Don't worry," she urged. "Besides, I'm as flexible as hell. All you have to do i... stay hard for me. Can you do that? " "Uh, yeah. Sure, no problem, " I managed to respond. "Good. I'm just gonna slip my panties aside and climb onto your lap." She tugged aside her white, lacy panties enough to give me a peek at the neatly groomed patch of hair around her tiny little snatch before lowering herself onto my turgid tool. It felt. Jill opened the smaller package and found it was a business envelope. Opening it, she found it contained a legal document. She scanned it and just shook her head. She wasn't sure exactly what it was and passed it to Bob who studied it more closely.After reading it carefully, he looked up, startled. "Martha, is this what I think it is? It's the assignment of a copyright, isn't it?"Martha smiled warmly and said, "Kids, it's pot luck. It's the copyright on the new book you and Jan have read. It's. Christ Doris I should have taken her over my knee right then and whipped her butt, dressed like some kind of a whore and as for you... well you know what to do, don't you? Assume the position" Please Jack, not now, not again. I'm still sore from the last time."I heard a slap and then whining and a rustling of clothes. Worried that my father's legendary temper had gotten away from him and that he was actually abusing my mother I eased down the stairs, ready to step in and help mother but when I. With a larger rifle, I would have fired at the center body mass. With a 30.06 or most any other conventional sniper rifle, a miss would have brought the wrath of god down on me, so the center body mass would not only be a kill shot, it would be safer than a head shot.For a change my luck was excellent. The round drifted low a bit, but it drilled the sleeping man in the throat. He might have gurgled a few times, as he drowned in his own blood, but it wasn't enough to wake his companion. His.