He stooped down behind the seat to grab his favorite gun his BAR. He leaned it up against the door and loaded up his specially made vest's magazine po...ches with extra mags he love the vest he had made and considered it his greatest idea. It had built in holsters for his 1911 colts and places for his bar and colt mags as well. In all he had 72 pistol rounds and 160 for his beloved bar all within easy reach. He had yet to need his bar during or after a heist but he wanted to be prepared. This. He smiled. ‘I’m just a low life varmint, I guess. Not fit for a fine woman like you.’ She pounded hard on his chest, crying out, ‘Yes, you are an Irish bum, through and through.’ They fell into an embrace, tongues licking at each other. Colleen was there too, fresh with lotion. ‘You have to marry me in church, in town. Colleen will be a bridesmaid. Your brothers will be on their best behavior.’ She was awake at first light, like always on a ranch. The warmth on both sides of her was new and. In and out, in and out that prick fucked, each forward shove making her body shiver. And all the while his hands rubbed life into her tits, pinching her nipples, making her cry out with a mixture of pain and joy."Ohhhh, Betty, see? I told you you'd love it. Oh, yes, yes, you'd love it," Annie gasped.Opening her eyes, she saw her girlfriend sitting in front of her, her legs spread apart, both hands dropped to her crotch. She was playing with herself! Betty saw the fingers moving back and forth,. I was getting more confident now she might really believe it. I knew just how wild Jenny’s vivid sexual imagination worked when she went into her ‘pussy play’ mode. That made me even more keen to make it totally convincing, happy in the knowledge that Jenny would probably play all this back on ‘memory recall’ the next time she had her hand down her pants on her own, or playing with herself in the shower. With this in mind I made up quite a good and convincing ‘true’ account for her, (even if it.