One thing I loved about Sheila was her ability to make an entrance. Her outfit was very much in keeping with that tradition. It was closely fitted, wh...ch was not surprising given the bustier. She wore three inch ankle strap navy pumps. The suit was a cream colored linen, with a deep red blouse. Instead of earrings, she had simple sapphire studs. On the left breast, she wore a red and blue brooch. Her hair was up, but loosely, secured with a vintage comb and three long ivory pins. It framed her. His control seems to snap because he begins to shove his cock down my throat wildly, grunting with each thrust. ‘Shit, Kat. I’m gonna cum, baby!’ he growls out, pumping into my mouth furiously. I can only moan and grasp his thighs as he swells and explodes deep in my throat. His hot cum fills my mouth as he holds my head tight against him. I swallow and look up to the man of my dreams through glazed eyes. My body burning. ‘Mmm, Robert baby, your cock is so nice. Your hot cum felt so good in my. She said, “Let’s meet up at some bar and have few drinks.” She sent me an address closer to the downtown bar and asked me to meet there at happy hour.I was initially worried as I have never dated anyone before marriage. I gathered courage and sent a reply saying I will come only if I get to see the third tattoo. She replied, “We will see that,” along with a wink. I had no intention of getting to bed with her on the first meet but just wanted to go with the flow.I told myself that if it’s going. That was when I said, "One more stupid word from you, you asshole, and I will be forced to shut you up, maybe permanently."That must have been enough to bring my assailant to the breaking point, because he reached for his gun. Had I been wearing my gun in the usual place on my thigh, I would have been a dead man. However, I had no trouble drawing from my crossdraw holster, and I put a bullet through the loud mouth's chest before he had fully drawn his gun from its thigh holster. The fact that I.