My name is John and I run a gun store in Wyoming. My town is averaged size with majority of our economy being the oil fields. I'm 5' 8" 150 pounds. I'... not in the greatest of shape but I'm some what toned. Short brown hair and Hazel eyes. I'm 22 years old. Like I said I run a gun store for a local couple in town. They are the nicest people you will ever meet. Our store is a very successful business. It's managed well, thanks to me.There's this girl who works at the local floral shop whom I've. “You’re trespassing!” one of the littl’uns says accusingly, pointing up at a CCTV camera nestling under the eaves of the house.The sight of the creatures settles things for Wendy. An invisible net and the arrival of four dwarves – what else could it be but a very peculiar dream? She momentarily wonders why she can’t waken from it, but then sinks heavily into the notion that this reality is all a figment of her slumbering mind. “I heard a scream,” she says. “And then I saw…”“It doesn’t matter. Moving you hand you run it down her body, slipping it again to her thigh this time running your fingers over her panty clad pussy mound, Sarah gasps throwing her head back with her eyes closed she pushes her hips forward. Again you stroke her mound this time you glance over at Mike and see him staring at you both as he massages the growing bulge in his trousers.Using your free hand you undo Sarah’s blouse as you kiss her neck, moaning louder now as you rub her pussy through her dampening. " Ms. Putnam said."Oh, I promise, I won't say a word to anyone!" Beverly said sincerely."That's good. Now does anyone else know you are here?" No one, no one at all," Beverly said."And this idea you have, you've not discussed it with anyone?" Ms. Putnam asked."No, ma'am. I don't have too many friends here and I haven't said anything to anyone," she said."Are you sure, my dear?" Ms. Putnam pressed her."I swear. And I won't say anything to anybody either," Beverly assured her. "Ms. Putnam I am.