Tyler had already gone home, leaving me the room all to myself. And Sophie simply pushed the two beds together and brought over all her belongings, ig...oring every protest from her coaches and trainers. It was LOVE. We were MEANT TO BE.Nevermind that I continually insisted that this was just an Olympic fling, nothing more. My protests were only half-hearted. After all, crazy chicks are INSANE in bed.Still, she started dragging on me by following night. I left the apartment and went hunting for. +++++++++++++++++++When Miss stripped off I remembered why I was with her. In my life, in my house but most of all in my bed. It was her exuberance and joy of life and not just her youthful innocence. Gone was her usual submissive persona as she relished her new-found freedom. I watched as she climbed onto the bed and lowered herself so frustratingly close. I laughed inwardly as I recognised the ‘pussy/cunt’ routine. She had stolen it from me but I loved hearing it from her. I watched her face. Can you feel the ache in my touch? I whisper into his ear, I'm so hungry... he nibbles my ear, grinding his cock into my hand, whispering... "How hungry? My load is strong and I will fill your hunger." I answer by rubbing my thumb over the very wet head of his cock, looking directly into his eyes, suck my finger into my mouth.... then push at his shoulder, push him onto his back... climb on top of him, straddling his leg... I let my lips follow my hands from his neck where I kiss and bite. They felt I'd be better served to learn to hunt with them, especially if I were among others here.They had a point, but I didn't think they really had much of one. It wasn't like anyone alive here could copy my firearms if they did see them in action. They probably couldn't even figure it out if they happened to steal it from me somehow.One thing was certain though; if I fired it they would hear it for miles around. Of course no one could have any idea what it was, but there'd be no missing the.