”Amber added, “Oh, yeah. It was so erotic and romantic at the same time. I fell into Mike’s arms and we made out as he slowly started to pump hi... cock into me. I thanked him too for being my first. He told me I was so tight, but that was good for him. You know, he’s about eight inches from tip to groin, and I took all of him; he was wide too, I mean not like a beer can or anything, but he had very satisfying girth.”“Hold long did you fuck?” Edie asked.“All night!” Amber whispered as she sort of. By now, she was hot and sweating . Her vagina was leaking. She hoped Gavin wouldn’t notice. He worked upwards, relaxing her feet by working tension out even from her toes. As he rubbed her calves, Gavin noticed how toned she was, muscular but not masculine. Up over her knees, avoiding danger spots with arteries and nerves, he came to her hamstrings. At this point, Gavin realized several things: One, her hams were rock hard with stress, Two, she was gushing between the legs, which turned. The RCMP station in town had way more weapons than they were supposed to have and they were not as secure as they were supposed to be. They had 20 FN C1A1s alone. Those were the assault weapons that the Canadian military used at the time and not a police weapon. It fired a 7.62mm full metal jacket and was great for destroying brick walls. Then there was the C8 Carbines, MP5A3 SMGs, Winchester Model 70 sniper rifles and Smith and Weston 5946 pistols. The funny thing was, I don’t remember seeing. The refreshments could have been better. I've never been a fan of stale pretzels and greasy clam dip. The conversation was stale and greasy, too. Who were these people, anyhow? They were graying pot-bellied men and their wrinkling, desperately over-mascaraed wives. Certainly, they weren't anyone I had anything in common with any more... if I ever did.From across the room, someone was waving at me. She looked vaguely familiar. By golly, it was an older version of Marianne. She showed the ravages.