......Peter:.........................S..S...Sorry I stammer, my names Peter, I couldn't help but notice you as you walked in, and just then when I gla...ced over I found it impossible to avert my gaze from your gorgeous legs. As I am talking you lean back in your chair, arching your back and accentuating the way your breasts strain at the material that barely conceals them. I lean forward and ask if you're local but my question goes un answered as you give me a smoking hot sultry look and slowly. “Am I being silly to want this after we’ve already had sex?”“You’re not silly,” I said. “I like it. I don’t want to sneak around and just fuck you. I want to spend time with you.”“You’re making me blush,” she said.“That makes me smile,” I answered. “And turns me on a little bit.”“What are you going to do about that?” she asked.“What do you want me to do?” “Will you get yourself off thinking of me?” she asked.“I already do every day.”“Fuck. I’m surprised how wet that makes me. Every day? . Care to tell me more about him?" I state in a normal, calm tone. "Well, his name is Storm. He's intact because I had plans to breed him, but those went awry." She tells me, almost in a disappointed tone. "He's a wolf-German shepherd mix. Very nice boy." She says proudly. Although my disgust for her grows. She's just another backyard breeder who thought it'd be cool to have wolf puppies. "Sounds like my type of dog, when can I come get him?" I ask, anxiously. "Right now if you really want." She. Strong and rock fucking hard. I bet I could cut a diamond with it. I've always heard rumors Marines have the best guns. I guess they must be true. What's that song you boys sing?" Ma'am?" Something about a rifle." The Rifleman's Creed, Ma'am?" Yeah, that's it. Say it aloud, Corporal." Ma'am?" Say it out loud, Corporal. Now!" Ma'am ... This is my rifle." I can't hear you." This is my rifle ..." I still can't hear you! Sound off like you got a pair!" This is my rifle ..." That's better. Hmm, it.