More by instinct than anything else, I managed to avoid her initial rush but she still had enough of an advantage to grab hold of me and to try drag m... to the ground. I slapped her in the face and as she recoiled I attempted to twist away again but as I pulled away, her hand grabbed hold of the neckline of my nightie and with a loud ripping sound, the front panel and both shoulder straps gave way. "You bitch!" I screamed at her as I launched a counter-attack, the nails of my right hand dragging. ”“I have seen you compete at sports. I bet if you did some trap or skeet, you would fall in love with it,” Robin replied.“We have both at the gun club, that can happen but he needs basics first,” I replied.I received a text from Lorrie that the refueling was completed on schedule. I breathed a sigh of relief on that one; I’m sure it was like falling off a log to the pilots but I still worried something would go wrong.I also worried about revolutionaries, terrorists and radical governments. Bobby squirmed in his seat.“Now, now, Mr. Morris. Just relax and everyone will get out of this just fine.”Was this really was happening? Reality finally sunk in. Mr. Collins had us completely under his control and there was nothing we could do.He stopped stroking Bobby’s semi-erect cock long enough to drop his own underwear to the floor. His cock was beginning to grow as well. It was only the second real cock I had ever seen. It was a bit larger than Bobby’s but not as smooth and nice looking.. I’ve started playing football and squash again and in quite good shape. This story is about one weekend where i went on a night out with some of the lads. We are all over 40 and most are single/divorced. I was set to share a room with a chap called Pete, a couple of years younger than me but a fairly good player. The night out came and went without incident and as we were in Manchester ended with a little lap dancing. Back at the Travelodge we started to undress for bed chatting about the night.