Several times during the meal, I caught him appraising me with his eyes, caught his glance at my breasts. When I scowled, he simply said, "Your breast... deserve a man's attention, dont they?" and I suddenly realized they did. I began to smile in anticipation as he said "And you're pleased I noticed them, I bet." Without hesitation, I smiled broadly and said "Yes, I am."But a little part of my mind kept arguing -- it's wrong. Wrong to invite his gaze at my figure. But that rational part of me. He didn’t want to rush me. That was sweet. When he did arrive, we kissed again and I felt a strong pull. I knew he felt the same thing by the way he was grabbing me. We stood there kissing for a few minutes and I led him to the bedroom. The only thing I remember after that was the moment he entered me. He filled me with electricity, every inch of him tingled inside me. Every movement was pure ecstasy. I could only moan. It was a constant orgasm. He kept saying “oh my God”, over and over. It. Jason figured that he needed 10 of the shotguns, and he only had two on hand. Tomorrow, he would visit the gunsmith and order eight more of the shotguns. He had enough money to pay for them, but the question was whether or not they would arrive in time to do him and his men any good. He also needed to order more of those special shells.He told his plan to Janet, and she was excited that he was ordering enough for her to have one of the shotguns. At one time, she had been an avid bird hunter, so. The wide-eyed blonde and her guide got off on the 15th floor and made their way down the hallway until they reached room 1515. Rebecca opened it with her key as a surprised Marilyn watched.“You have a key ?”, inquired the journalist“Of course I do”, answered the fashion lesbian, “if you want to follow me”. Marilyn stuffed her notebook in her purse and, a few feet from the huge bed, turned around to face the brunette. Rebecca kicked her shoes off, took off her spring coat then her silk jacket.