"Since I can't carry an m16 with me," I replied."Max you stabbed a man with a butter knife and watched him bleed out. Do you expect me to believe you ...ave suddenly gotten timid?" she asked."Good point, I suppose." I said it but I knew that I would miss my tools. "Even so you know that I am going to feel naked. I really would love to have at least one real weapon maybe just a shotgun." Well there are some good ones made in Italy maybe you could buy one as a gift and carry it around wrapped in. "Twenty."He thanked me, made a note in his file and turned to his father, who was directing a question to the architects."What changes would be required to make the building fit on the two adjoining pieces of land we already have under contract?"Mr. Oldham's tactic backfired. Both Michael and Patricia spoke at once with differing opinions. Patricia spread a blueprint on the table and showed Sammy how the building would fit, but her husband was more vocal, shouting his wife down.The argument. ” She obliged by spinning around and unbuttoning my pants. I picked her up by the waist and set her legs over my shoulders. I kissed the pink tights covering her inner thighs, and ran my hands down her body. I put my mouth up against her leotard covered crotch and exhaled deeply. She approved of the warm up with a deep sigh. She managed to get my dick out with little assistance from me. She slid her hands up and down it a little then ran her hands down over my sack. “Well, hello there mister,. She arched her back, which is very sexy, and I started to jiggle my face into her pussy. I couldn’t hear her moaning as much as I could hear me slurping up her juices. When I was out of breath I got up and sat next to her. I was tired and pleased. She wasn’t tired. She grabbed my face and stuck it back down into her pussy. I told her I was tired and she said she didn’t care. So here I was, my head stuck in my friend’s pussy and what I enjoyed about a minute ago was now pure torture. She pushed.