"I understand why they do it," she would smile. "It needs to be visually impressive for the audience, but I've been shot. It doesn't look like that."Y...s. I know you've been shot. Thanks so much for reminding me, as if that didn't already race through my head every time a character takes a bullet. Especially a female character. An attractive female character, with long brown hair. "Well, I don't know about you, but I've had enough," I yawned. "I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" She arched her. The radio station he'd been listening to was fading and he reached for the radio to tune in another station. As he slowly turned to dial, he glanced over at the pickup truck that was passing him. He stopped in the silence between stations and turned his full attention out the window...*The night air, still warm with the heat of the day, slipped in the open windows of the pickup truck and swirled around the cab. Elisabeth leaned back in her seat, undid the top two buttons of her short sundress. I used Sundays as my day to relax around the house, not go out anywhere, and get ready for the busy week ahead. That Sunday was a little different. I had a certain young man on my mind. My new neighbor, David. He and I shared a moment. Or at least I think it was a moment. It was over so quickly that the next day I wondered if I was misremembering how it all played out. It would have been nice to see what would have happened if that bitch of a wife of his hadn’t called, but I’m glad he left when. I could feel every inch of his magnificent cock as he thrustinto me for all he was worth. He then withdrew from my arse, opened a draw and emergedwith yet another dildo somewhat bigger than the previousone but only slightly larger that his own cock which if yourecall was larger than the norm… He eased it into me. Without a lot of finesse but with theknowledge that I would take it and it was going right intomy arse no matter what. It gave me a full feeling and I again took in some more poppersit.