I looked at my shoulder, then my thigh. I didn’t think they had much experience with bullet wounds. “It looks clean, thank you. Did they go throug...? Out the back?” If they had no prior experience, would they have a concept of a small object going in and out the other side or hitting a bone and causing more damage inside?She nodded, “Yes, two holes, front and back at each.” She looked embarrassed and looked to the other women for encouragement, which she received. I had the impression she might. . His cock achingly remembered her.…She was… She is… Sweet perfection… The dream of every young 21 year old man: a mature woman… A teacher of things carnal… A Tantric guide in all matters sensual and erotic… A willing leader or participant in any and every sexual possibility… A seductress… His beautiful, beautiful slut and whore… His goddess… The one he adores… Worships… The one whose every command he would obey and at whose feet he would bow deeply and reverently… His mistress… His lover… The. Just how much had Anita heard last night she wondered as she worried about what she might have said she would hear about later.Normally she would have a witty response for Anita and her ribbing, but she was still thinking a little slowly after trying to fend Dusty off this morning because while she did actually have the desire to go another round with him, she just did not have the ability, and before she could think of a good response Dusty came into the room and sat at the table.He noticed. .The wine was definitely putting in work. Shit. When was the last time hehad sex? The only woman he had the nerve to talk to was his lesbianformer roommate.He sauntered down the hall to the bathroom and stopped to take a look inthe mirror. Wow, he thought grooming his red hair. He really did lookhot.He smiled at Justine and she smiled back. Long time no see, huh girl? Heblew a kiss and giggled at his own playfulness.His hand crept to his blouse and begin to massage his chest. He felt astirring.