" But I wanna see them," one of the fliers said to her, not noticing the hostility between Bree, Pris, and Tiffi."Me too," chimed in a base, "We have ...o make sure they fit."Tiffi blew air through her clenched teeth. "Trust me, they'll fit. I've worn this brand for years. If anything, they tend to run on the small side, which will attract more customers. If you want, I'll model mine, then anyone who doesn't live here leaves, I have a shitload of studying to do."They all agreed, so Tiffi went. Zithrusa slung, keeping the jesting assassins off their mark, while John played a game of his own.John targeted the bow strings of the attackers, figuring that for each he cut with his own arrows, it was one less sniper he had to deal with. Three arrows later, and three opposing bows were useless against them. Zithrusa had knocked two senseless with slung stones, but one was one of which John had already cut the string of his bow. The men struggled to get their wounded mounted, as John and. This meantthat her plentiful wardrobe of dresses, skirts and blouses were almostexclusively worn by Chris in the evenings and weekends when his wifewas working.Chris had used the time leading up to his wife's latest business tripto prepare for the opportunity to dress almost every evening andsometimes across the weekends when his wife was working. He hadordered a new wig from mail order and shoes to match Christine's redshift dress which he had altered at a local cleaner to accommodate. While I was blowing Jose, Eddie had taken off his clothes, and now he was standing there naked. "I might take a little longer," he said. "That OK?" I didn't say anything, just ran my hand over his belly, down across his crotch, just brushing against his cock, then cupping his balls in the palm of my hand. They were already pulled up tight against his body, so I massaged them gently, getting them loose. I sat on the sofa, pulled him closer, and began sucking and licking his balls, taking first.