I moved my free arm to her neck and pulled her face to mine. Her chest dropped a little more and the little nipples on her tiny budding breasts press...d into my body. We kissed for a few more minutes, no tongues, just shifting our lips onto each others. A tear every now and then ran down her nose onto my face. Slowly, her eyes dried up.I felt a familiar slathering muscle press into my lips just as my penis began being inhaled by a vacuum sealed tube. As her tongue broke into my lonely. "Are you sure that's not just your pussy talking?" I tease."Would you mind if it was?" she retorts."Mmmmm. Maybe not," I smile. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" I ask rhetorically."You don't deserve me," she smiles. "I'm only putting up with you because of your tongue-manship." The sound of her laughter is as sweet as a symphony but I cut it off with a passionate kiss.Our kiss is interrupted by my cellphone's ringtone."Don't answer it," Jasmine says. I raise my eyebrows at her as I look at. I know it's circular logic, but that's what was going through my mind."I'm the big brother," I said, making my voice go deep. "You have to do what I say."She kissed me then ... the kind of kiss I'd yearned to be able to have for years ... the kind of kiss you get in dreams when you're a teenaged boy. She pulled back with a smile on her face that got me even harder."Yes sir," she said softly.Of course she had put "control" in the wrong hands. Thankfully, she was well aware of that. She was going. Mrs Allen leaned over and read the heading aloud, ‘Mysterious Rifleman Sends Attempted Rapists to Gory Deaths’. ‘Oh, the scum were crushed under the wheels of the big truck after their tire had been shot out. How on earth could the rifleman know that consequence?’ ‘Just uncanny luck I would think Mrs Allen.’ The next two night patrols were fruitless. Anna knew she was taking a big risk riding around with a rifle, handgun and knife. She had the weapons concealed as well as she could but if she.