Melissa helped Ann to her feet and ushered her back into the breezeway. ‘What…what’s happening?’ she asked the girl. ‘Is…is anyone hurt? I...…is Martin all right?’ ‘Dad’s fine,’ Melissa said, her voice quavering. ‘That Lewis guy went down.’ ‘Is…is he…is he…’ Ann stammered. ‘Probably,’ Melissa replied. ‘608 to Lincoln,’ Bill Wilson said into his portable radio as they approached the fallen suspect, ‘We have shots fired. The suspect is down. Respond an ambulance, a commander, and Investigative. You just gotta keep trying till you find what feels good to you.””Show me?” I asked, truly curious. I mean, I’ve changed clothes around other girls so what could be wrong with this?Her eyes got big a bit and she started stammering, “I don’t think I should do that.””Fine, I’ll show you and you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.” I said.She started stuttering and saying no but I took off my shorts and panties and laid on the couch. She was just staring at my pussy which made me start to get. They started talking about sex, a natural topic because they were all naked and had just indulged. Everyone was feeling close, and sex had a way of removing any barriers."A girl has to be aware of a guy's come," Gloria said, "but it's not the be-all and end-all. I like it because it tells me I was successful, I got him off. But a girl wants a hard cock. That's why a condom-covered cock is almost as good as a bareback one." Almost?" one of the guys asked, amused."The condom makes them feel. He had performed his morning ablutions, had his breakfast, and said his Office, and was preparing himself by examination of conscience for his weekly two-birds-with-one-stone excursion to the Cathedral – first to confession, followed by his weekly exorcism training seminar. He usually dressed in civvies for these visits, not wanting to draw attention to himself on public transport – but he never missed his hebdomadal chance to unburden his soul, and timing it for Saturday mornings made sense..