She checked her ammo. Twenty rounds of .308 – certainly enough to kill even a Deathclaw, but it would take five or six belly shots and though she co...ld do that from a safe distance, there is no guarantee that he would just hang around with his belly to the doorway whilst she reloaded and took aim. That's the trouble with sniper rifles – if you didnt kill something in two shots, you were unlikely to get another chance. The lazer pistol was better for that – those fusion cells would be good for a. ”“C’mon,” he laughed, “let me take you home. I don’t bite.”The guy did seem harmless. She could leave her car in the parking lot and pick it up the next day. She agreed finally, and after another shot, they were off in his brand-new BMW, spiraling, it seemed, toward her home near the university. He turned on the car stereo. The car, more than anything, thrilled her, her teenage years at prep school returning like waves washing over her, and she wouldn’t have traded the joyride for anything, the. I am so out of practice, but the further we go the more confidant I become.Soon I have an arm around her shoulder and a hand that is progressively traveling lower. We're talking and she starts to give the double entendres as my hand finally squeezes her ass. I can feel her shiver at that and can only imagine how moist her panties are getting as the blood starts to make its way into my cock.We are coming up on the first bridge and and I move her so that she is in front of me, wrapping my arms. “If you heard Andy on the phone, you’d have sworn he was on his knees admitting what he did wrong and how bad he felt,” Ashleigh explained in a serious tone, looking up at me. “It was like he was begging for his life. Plus, it sort of affirmed my suspicion that he had cheated before the cruise. I think it all came down on him at once. Andy made it sound like the four or five times he met with this woman on the cruise was a metaphor for multiple women. I couldn’t tell him about us because I.