Coinciding with that was a pistol shot aimed at me from the bush. I do not know why the bullet missed me, but it whistled by me awfully damned close. ...lmost by reflex, I fired my shotgun at the muzzle flash, and I heard a scream of pain.I reloaded as quickly as possible and rode into the brush where I was sure that the shot had come from. A man was lying on the ground with his right arm completely blown away. I do not know how many buckshot had hit the man in the arm and shoulder, but it looked. – Pettra.Her only reaction was a gasp and to drop the letter and she was still standing, almost a statue when the door opened and in came a rough, unshaven hulk of a bloke. "Old Pettra was right", he said. "You are all woman". Only then did she realise that apart from the towel, which she had let drop when she picked up the letter she was naked. She gave a gasp. He grabbed her, giving her tits a rough feel and ramming his fingers up her very hairy cunt. He then turned as another bikie came in. It had been enough to prove to me that I adored her, and I knew full well that she shared that feeling. She told me so every time I spoke to her on the phone.Our apartment was in Kissimmee. It belonged to my wife's sister, and we were using the mother-in- law apartment attached to the larger town home. I had discovered that our key fit the town home and had used it for a tryst with Erica the second night we were here. She had been the perfect little submissive slave. I had never felt such. Since I entered puberty, my nipples had become engorged, and it would not be until my early thirties that they would go down, so to speak. This guy loved them, sucking and slurping on them, his hands all over my now tingling bottom. He quickly diverted his attention to my fully aroused member, gently stroking my shaft. His hands were really light, almost like a feather, as they worked their way so gently along and around my cock. If he thought that being gentle and subtle would make the moment.