Jeff Sanders squatted in a corner. His mind raced, and his courage soared. He pulled a gun from an ankle holster under his pants leg, jumped to his fe...t, and charged the men, firing the auto wilding as he did.The man with the carrot nose aimed the M16 then squeezed the trigger. Three bullets ripped through Jeff Sanders, he plunged to the ground, soon he’d be stone-cold dead. Walking to the body, Carrot Nose peered at the dying man.The tall thin Scarecrow joined the other man. Sanders attempted. He had that casual, easy way of talking to people, and it was in that casual, easy way that he’d burrowed himself under my skin. He lived within me, making my heart beat, a ghost in my every breath.He haunted me.And I loved him, a man that I’d never see again.It was a frigid sort of day, and I was feeling like a frigid sort of woman.“Which one?” Rita asked, holding up two bridesmaid dresses. Both were frumpy and drab.“Neither,” I said. “They’re hideous and you know it.”“You’re going to have to. "Next she grabbed a light blue tee shirt. It was thin and very stretchy. "No bra!" she insisted. My nipples showed through as two little lumps."Have you any undergarments I can borrow?" Oh? Don't you even have panties?" No. Really, only the clothes I was wearing." Oh. Well, I think mine will fit you."She tossed me a tiny pink thing. It was pretty and felt so nice. I pulled it on and lay back, feeling the soft fabric on my clean skin. Renee stopped and watched me, her eyes fixed down there. I. I always felt a little sad to see them pull back into the wall, soft and flaccid, but I also got a little feeling of satisfaction, of accomplishment.Man, it was nice to have another cock in my hand, already set to go, especially if I was building toward a big climax. I could fill my mouth and start sucking another dick with no delay, fresh sperm still on my tastebuds, keeping my female mojo going uninterrupted until I clenched and came. Nine times out of ten, when I came, the cock in my mouth.