“Must be your ex,” I quipped, the coke giving me a sense of courage. Besides, it wasn’t me she was aiming at. “Gail,” Red murmured, standin... as perfectly still as someone flying high on snow could. I’d been right, not that he’d ever mentioned her name, but there was a tat on his bicep with her name on it. “What is wrong with you, Red?” I took it as a good sign that she lowered the gun so that it was no longer pointing at his head, less so as I realized it was now pointing at his crotch. . He hinted at that fear as we nursed our gin and tonics. But as his hands turned my knees to butter I found it hard to believe.He pulled down my panties and lifted me onto the desk. With his hands around my ankles, he placed my feet on either armrest of his chair. Suddenly, my heart leaped in my chest and I realized what was about to happen. He lowered himself to the floor and leaned forward to kiss and smell the patch of hair above my swollen pussy. Shivers ran through every inch of me.. Slipping the straps down her arms, and unclasping it at the back. She left it fall and knelt before him. ?Pretty,? he muttered, ?continue,? he said in a louder voice, watching every inch of her body. The sway of her hips, the way her breasts moved, the way her hair covered her prettily blushing cheeks. Her bare ass high in the air. On the completion of her third lap he again stopped her. ?Now I want you to sit back in the middle of the room, spread your legs wide, and show me your. I was wearing jeans and a heavy t-shirt, but Lacy was wearing hiking shoes, tall white socks, jean shorts, and a tank top with a white button up shirt tied over it. Not counting on rain we weren't prepared for it, and we were soon completely soaked. We walked almost the whole night, never found the rest station, and arrived back at the car just before four in the morning. Not wanting to get the car wet and dirty with our rain soaked clothes Lacy suggested that we strip them off and put.