I been on Jessie to make the first move, but it ain't happened yet. I guess she is as stubborn as he is." Gramp took a deep breath. "You goin' to ask ...e if she thinks about you?" Does she?" Gramp broke into smiles, then sobered."Yes she does, but maybe I better ask how you feel about her. She's worried now about having a kid and you might not want her." I'd like to get a chance to know her. Do you think it proper to go visit?" Proper be damned, if you want her, go after her. Course it'll be. I put it in my purse, dropped to my knees, and got busy on his limp dick. I mean, he paid, after all. I looked up at him and asked him if he was gonna cum. But he say he don't cum, but that he enjoys the blow job anyway. So then I asked him how I'm posed to know when he done, and he said, "I'll tell you". So I began suckin' his dick and I ran my hands over his bare legs - men love that. He began feeling my shoulder and back. "Go ahead, you can touch me, you paid for it". He told me to suck his. I had made three shots with my Winchester and had hit one man when I was seemingly inundated with bullets coming from my rear. I did not hesitate to roll to my left to another, better protected shooting position. From the first, prompted from all of those "training films" that I had seen, I had always made sure that I had a safe line of retreat planned before I fired my first shot. I was not sure whether it was a case of poor sights on the rifles or limited practice with the rifles, but I was. "Oh fuck! Ok, if thats how you want it!" Bill yells. He pulled all the way out and rammed it in me, hearing his balls slap against my cheeks. And again and again, he continue to hammer me as I yell, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" with every thrust. His strong hands on my hips pulling me into him. I ended up knocking things off the desk while trying to find something to hold on to. He was fucking me so hard and it felt so damn good. I couldn't help but scream with every thrust, "Yes! Yes! Uh! Fuck! Me! Fuck! ME!.