I pulled on a pair of cutoff sweatpants, and walked across the lawns to her back door. I let myself in with the hidden key, and knew she was likely i... her bedroom getting dressed for work. The thought of Dara, and the excitement of knowing I was steps away from a sensual woman who would satisfy my need resulted in a throbbing erections as I climbed the stairs to her room. I pulled the shorts off at the top landing, and walked into her bedroom.Gloria was, indeed, getting ready for work. Her. " She walked up behind me and grabbed my arm and turned me around. "Here, help me get out of this bra. And for god's sake, start changing yourself." I unbuttoned it for her, and she slid it off and threw it in the corner. "And yes, they're real, and as you can see, the pictures you got from the net are fake. Now change." I don't remember changing, but I did. I couldn't stop thinking about the heat coming from her body when I unbuttoned her bra. I remember seeing the moisture on her neck from. Our erections were obvious to one another; there wasno point in hiding the desire and lust we felt for each other."What would you like to do to me?" Gloria asked in a breathless whisper."I want to kiss your feet. Then I want to suck you!"Gloria made no objection to either demand and allowed me to slip hershoes off and kiss her nylon-clad feet."OOohhh! Ahh!" Gloria moaned as I began my attentions to her pretty feet."That's so erotic!" I washed my feet well before coming out tonight and painted. He hadn't got through the door good when there was a pistol shot, and a bullet buried itself in the wall beside Bob's head. Without thinking, Bob pulled his own gun and fired. He put a bullet right between Brotmore's eyes, killing him on the spot.I went rushing to help and found Bob looking at Brotmore and shaking his head. He said to me, "I'll bet he never meant to shoot me. He was too good a shot to miss at that distance. I'll bet he wanted me to shoot him. He was a dead man, anyway, either.