Turned on.Then he asked me a question,'Have you thought about what exactly you want, Mrs.Dempster? ' I looked at him. His stockinged foot was between ...ine, his toes touching my ankle and I was practically sitting on his thigh but his face showed no sign of what he was feeling.'You see, Mrs. Dempster', he said, looking straight into my eyes, ' I'm sure I can provide you with what you need but I have to be sure that you are quite clear about things. I don't want to offer you something that you. His dick had gotten caught in a fold in his underwear, and was straining against the fabric. A wet spot the size of a quarter had appeared on his shorts too. “Hell with it,” he thought, “if they’re so into it that they don’t care someone else is in the bathroom with them, they won’t mind if I take care of myself.”As he unfastened his shorts, he heard a high pitched whimper. The girl’s smooth legs were spread wider now, and the guys legs slowly leaned forward in between them. They paused,. Now, since we already know you can ace the test, you want to explain that?”“Creighton, I swear, I haven’t picked up a weapon in months.”“Right. Do it again.” He put another target on the clip and sent it back downrange.I muttered under my breath as Tim put another magazine into the pistol. I simply rolled my eyes and adjusted my ear protectors. They stepped away and I looked downrange. I brought the pistol up and put a round through the head portion of the target, right in the center. It went. Or her legs...“I think 1 can is my limit this morning! I drank alot last night, I think its time I went inside...” she said hurriedly.Jen stood up and looked down at her feet noticing her slip for the first time since she had been outside.“Fuck me, I’m naked,” she said stupidly to herself.I wish. Pete thought.Pete watched her ass as she walked into the house and away from view.If there was ever a time to bone that pretty little pussy this was it. He chugged the last of his beer... stood up....