We worked around the clock, but finally got the gun mounted and ready to use in time for Hasup to take a few shots to re-familiarize herself with it. ...leer was her assistant on the gun and two more people were volunteered to act as loaders. As the only other person available, I was the designated driver. Damn, we've got to train some more drivers real damned quick!We had chosen our MLR(main line of resistance) to be as much to our advantage as possible, but this was not going to be the cake. ’ ‘That would’ve been true, if I hadn’t danced topless on that table. Those pictures of you carrying me with my boobs exposed that are all over the internet probably are what started all of this. I screwed up and I’m taking you both down with me. I’m so sorry!’ apologized Jordan with real emotion. ‘That was a mistake caused by some jerk giving you liquor and telling you it was punch,’ reasoned Steve. ‘Anyone can make a mistake. I wonder if those old ladies ever had a picture taken when they. I could see her feet. She was sitting on the toilet. But her feet were moving rhythmically, and I knew she must be masturbating. After a minute or so, I heard her say something in a low voice, but I couldn’t make out what it was, and then she placed the little camera of hers on the floor. She sat on the floor, legs open, in front of the camera, and I watched for a few minutes as she fingered herself for her audience of one. Audience of two, that night. I then wished that I had posted all those. An almost inaudible groan of despair came from Karen as my fingers once again repeated the same cycle of invasion into her most intimate parts in order to protect that sensitive flesh from my razor. At one stage I had to stop and ask if she was ok as her pussy clamped together, holding my fingers within her. It took her a few moments and some attempt to regulate her breathing before she nodded her head. This was the first time I had looked up from shaving her, Karen was a sheen of sweat, her.