He looked so cute. Whoa did I just think that? Please say I didn’t just say that out loud. Good nobody seems to have noticed anything.I was about to...say something when Bree spoke, “Yeah. He’s the guy Erin and I told you about the other day.”“Which guy? You talked about several different guys. Was he the annoying guy who couldn’t take his eyes off your, uh, shopping bags,” Steven responded.From his facial expression, I could tell he was joking but obviously, Bree couldn’t tell that because she. 32 Derringer, a box of .32 cartridges and an eight inch dagger sheathed in a finely tooled, black leather scabbard.Turning, she put the cartridges in her own saddlebag, except for four, which she slipped into the small pouch pocket on her vest. She stuck the point of the dagger scabbard in the waistband of her breeches, just above the split of her butt crack. The Derringer, she slipped into the daringly low waistband of her breeches just above the red hair on her pussy mound.She walked around. I let my wet tongue circle the very tip of your cock just once before taking the huge throbbing head into my mouth.I’d expected to have a little trouble, but you were so much bigger in person. I stroked the length of your shaft with one hand, letting the other run over your balls, gently squeezing, as my tongue massaged what little of your cock it could manage. You strengthened your grip on my hair as your cock began to shudder. We couldn’t have that. I let you slide out of my mouth as you. Then Sakic finally scored and I let out a loud "Yes!" The people around us looked startled—they were waiting for a faceoff in the game in front of us."Avs just won!" I announced. There were general cheers, which were repeated louder a few minutes later when the clock ran out and Sandy's team all hit the ice to celebrate their victory.Afterwards, Steve walked me to the women's locker room door. There he stopped and faced me."So, are we on for Saturday?" he asked. There was a touch of nervousness.