No second shot was necessary, and all of us were convinced that we finally had the answer to our search for the one killing shot. Okay, now it was my ...urn.We cleaned up and moved to another site for our last shot at Polars. No matter what happened, this was going to be our last attempt on Arctic.The robot was relegated to backup duties while I was to be the principal hunter. I was still a bit nervous about this, so I had my trusty combat shotgun fully loaded with the shaped charge shells. The. I've got into the habit of sitting outside the shop in my disabled buggy, when the weather's fine anyway, smoking a couple of cigarettes, watching the antics of the shoppers as they play dodgems in the car park, and talking to any friends or acquaintances that happen to walk by. No, the buggy's not disabled, that's me, old and decrepit.Of course, in the summertime, there's the added attraction of all the nubile young ladies! There's the horsey ones, in tight jodhpurs, young mums in tight jeans,. And Sonia felt that way as his tongue poked into her far enough to be in danger of being sucked by her inner muscles, and there was that other over-heated ache deeper in her cunt. Without her prompting her hips were heaving up against his face. Oh, fuck, she wanted it all. Fingers on nipples, tongue moving back towards her clit and she knew she was going to be over the edge as she felt Jim’s fingers push where his tongue had moved from.Jim knew that his next moves were going to be crucial and,. I guess he was in his early thirties; nearly twice my age. He was quite good-looking, but also had an air of kindness about him which made me think he might be gentle.He clearly fancied his chances with me. I was drawn towards him and, sensing an opportunity, he responded.Well after midnight and the wrong side of a few drinks, I agreed to go back to his flat knowing full well what was likely to happen, hoping it would and wondering if it would hurt.Well, the inevitable did of course happen and.