Hannah Sullivan then got up and walked into her walk-in closet and stood in front of a full-length mirror. She typed in a code on a hidden keypad and ...he mirror slid to the left revealing a small closet. Only instead of clothes, she had a small collection of weapons and tools left over from her days with Super 5-1. She reached in and pulled out a different cell phone than hers and her trusted Sig P226. She dropped the magazine and replaced it with another one that she knew held subsonic rounds. Meg sighed in pleasure as my hand roamed over her. My stimulation soon had her nipples rock hard once more. She turned to face me and our lips met in a prolonged open mouth kiss as each of our hands explored the others body. That night what Meg and I shared went far beyond our normal and pleasurable physical sex. Our deep emotions for each other took over and we made love. We whispered the words that expressed those emotions in each others ear as our bodies coupled and melded flawlessly. Four. So I get her drunk, kick their asses and get away with it.Me: That’s devious.Abigail: She can’t send letters or anything! What’s she going to say? Abigail got into a fight and I didn’t do anything about it because I was drunk in the woods? So I win. Again!Me: I have to admit. It’s not a bad plan.Abigail: Thank you!Teacher: Do you know what Eve said?Me: What?Teacher: That you get drunk fast. Hahaha!Me: Did she? She’s a liar.Abigail: I don’t know about that. She might be right.Eve: Admit it!. When she moaned and squirmed, I ran it up and down her crack, then back onto her clit. My other hand pulled a thick pink dildo out of the bag. I moved it into position, and worked it between her glistening pink labia, then thrust it deep into her waiting love canal. I pulled it back out slowly, and watched her thighs shiver with excitement and anticipation. I shoved it back in and she jumped with a****listic lust, begging for more as I slid the pink intruder back out ever so slowly.“Fuck me.