Between Melissa’s orgasms, Samantha shuddered to the pounding that was splitting her open by Matt’s rampant cock. She was sure her insides were be...ng bruised, but she was adamant that she was going to climax first before she even thought of the consequences.Matt’s words tipped Samantha over her climactic edge.“Fuck, she’s so wet. She’s dripping, Melissa.”It was true, Samantha was dripping juices from her cunt to the floorboards below. She raised her head to look Melissa in the eye.“I’m fucking. I’m getting close ... NOW, DO IT NOW!”I fell forward beside her, my right arm on her back. My right leg between her legs, my thigh on her sexy ass and I was totally spent.“Pull the sheet up and lay on me just like this. I love you, Outlaw.”I didn’t set the clock and still woke up a little after 6:00. I left Bonnie in bed and went to shower. When I was dressed, I woke her up and followed her sexy, sleepy ass to the shower. Satisfied she was awake enough to shower, I went down to fix our cereal.. To be honest, she wasn’t causing any real problems. It wasn’t really a safety issue. Men weren’t mishandling guns because of her. She knew not to position herself where flying brass - very hot brass - would land in her cleavage. She’d learned that lesson when she was only eleven or twelve. That was one of the common safety issues the RSOs had to deal with, in fact. When a piece of brass flipped between the neck and collar of a shooter, or into exposed cleavage, the shooter often reacted in ways. ”I brushed two more darts away and moved after him as he faded back. I paused and then silently drifted into the darkness using the stealth I had mastered. I stopped to listen and shook my head when a dart hit the wall several paces away. It was several minutes before I struck out and stabbed into the master’s side before moving back. I continued to move around silently and stopped to one side of a niche.It was a long time before I felt him drifting close. He moved as if to enter the niche and.