Once again she aimed and pressed thetrigger.Pain shot through her arm and she barely heard the gun's impact on thefloor below. The kick back of it cle...rly had damaged her wrist. In thatmoment everything was unimportant. All Danni could do was to clutch herhand against her chest. It was then that exhaustion and fatigue slowlywrestled consciousness away from her.*****Danni woke as she turned in her sleep and new pain flared through herwrist. Her eyes flew open and she needed a moment to remember. His mouth tasted fresh, as expected. The smell of his skin was arousing me even more and I couldn't help but scratch down his side gently. He pushed me onto my back and leaned his upper body over mine, his legs still against the bed as he pinned my hands along my head, pushing me harder into the bed as he kissed harder, deeper. Moans escapes my mouth, lustful moans. Oh how badly I wanted him, and he knew it.His hands were gently opening my legs enough to get between them, and I let him control. I loved the feel of it against my skin.My nipples were standing very erect from my excitement of what I was planning. As I looked in the mirror it appeared even more revealing than I had remembered. My nipples were hard and poking at the material. It was sheer enough that it left nothing to the imagination. My tits were clearly visible through the fabric.Next I slid on a short black skirt and a pair of five inch heels. I loved the way they made my ass and legs look.“This should get his. All wide eyed wonder would be played out on their face. I would drink the sweet nectar the pretty meadow flowers offer. Just to decide which brilliant one to choose from would be a chore in itself. A bright sun yellow daffodil would open its petals and welcome me to taste. But then there is the radiant blue violet crying for my attention, the dark petals dancing in the breeze hypnotizing me to take landing. I wouldn’t give in though. My choice would be the splendid rose, a clichéd red one..