Not too far away from these three was the source of most of the noise I was hearing, Sami. She also was still dressed as earlier, but her playmate was...new to me. There happily bounding about by her side was a mongrel dog, a creamy coloured short-haired Labrador cross. I hadn’t heard any dog noises above those of the girls until now, and then the occasional barking of the dog suddenly clicked into place in my expectations. She was brushing the dog, using a mitt to really polish op his coat. He. ’ My mouth moved to her other nipple and my spare hand continued exploring her. Casey slipped her hand down between us, feeling my erection grow even harder in her hands, before she pulled away from me and slid down between my legs, a look of devilment in her eyes. ‘I want to suck you,’ she purred. ‘I want your cock in my mouth, Matt.’ As I pulled off my shirt, Casey yanked down my shorts and tossed them aside before she licked pre-cum from the tip and wrapped her lips around the head. She. She moaned against my mouth and I felt her press herself harder against me, rubbing up against me while we both French kissed and fondled each other’s breasts. “Let’s take this off, shall we?” Jen yanked my tank top off before I could say a word and her mouth latched on to one perked up nipple. Suckling and licking the pebbled bud. “I want this off too,” I whispered hoarsely and yanked her tank top off her, tossing it somewhere overhead and not really caring where it landed. I pulled her. It was a fatal mistake for the two robbers!So many people think that guns are the only weapons, and they are always wrong. Jean was a master of two French forms of martial arts: Savate (a form of foot fighting) and Canne d'Arme (the form of fighting that used the walking sticks of the day.)The two thugs, with guns drawn, stood beside each other in the opening of the alley within easy striking distance of Jean's heavy walking stick."Hey, ya pansy, git in this here alley, or we'll drill ya where.