"Nah, yer shot chewed him up and spit him out in little pieces. Ya sure picked a winner when ya found these shotguns. I realy like 'em" Thanks. I'll f...nd the marshal; ya better check on our candidate's condition."Each man left on his errand, nobody was likely to bother with the mess in the alley.Sean trotted back to the stage in the park. Most of the crowd was gone and their candidate, Jed Ross, was sitting on the edge of the stage with a bemused look on his face. "I ain't never been shot at by. ?Feels like your already wet from the excitement on the screen in front of you?My hips wiggle and squirm in the chair trying to get out from under his hand. He uses his middle finger to push my thong slightly into my pussy as he continues to watch the screen. ? I want to get this nice in wet cause I have something special in mind for it.? he says as his thumb slightly rubs my clit while he pushes my thong into my already damp pussy. After what feels like forever he pulls my chair back slightly. Anyway, I'm sure we can come up with several projects to justify the boat's use, while we get to go sailing."Dale smiled. Buying the sailboat wasn't really an environmental project, unless you considered checking out the grass skirts in the South Pacific as an environmental issue. They'd paid their dues. "So, how does this fit into the whole picture?" he said."It's not the whole thing, but it's a key," Harris said. "It's a high-visibility money pit. Basically, what we do is announce in the. She slowly strokes herself as she remembers what sexual novel she read earlier in the week with the explicit sex scenes. She touches herself and caresses her own breasts as she relaxes her body in the darkness of the bathroom. She closes her eyes and moves her hand down to feel the wetness between her legs. How she longs, she wishes it was him that could make her feel this way but it is not. She sips her moscato as she slips her own fingers inside her warm body. She moans as she forgets about.