.. but still I really hated waste!I almost considered chucking my Glock 32 into the drink too on general principle, but police records would show that...I was the registered owner of the .357 SIG pistol, and if they came looking for it later and I claimed it was missing, then that might definitely attract some unwanted attention. With all of the bodies disposed of and the lead from the three misses all carefully dug out from the wall of the cabin, which were also already lost at sea, they could. On one side were the collection of toys and the other side were a glass of ice water.You turned around and faced him for the first time. Your dark eyes took him in. His dark hair combed straight back without a part. His face appeared almost stern, yet gentle with just a hint of stubble on his chin. He was no body builder that was obvious. His stomach hung a little over his belt that appeared to be a little too tight. When he walked, he had a slight limp he had not mentioned before. But all that. His wet mouth followed the path of his fingers, stopping only to flick his tongue to my deep navel. The moment, he touched my smooth belly; a shiver ran through my body. My belly moved sideways in that sudden shiver. In that flatness, the big deep Navel was inviting him to taste its deepness. At that moment one drop of his sweat fell on my navel. It was very hard for him to resist himself from cleaning that big deep navel by licking. He lost control and put his hot tongue inside that deep hole. "Damn fool who owned him before should have done all of this. He's too old for this to be easy." Is he, it, dangerous?" I asked softly, meaning the saddle training."All depends on those two." Nick nodded softly to the pair in the paddock before me."How long has been like that?" I whispered."About long enough. See?"Nick nodded needlessly. I did see. Billy had started to move, slowly holding the horses head tight. I saw Freight's eye move and I'd swear he narrowed a brow. Billy moved again,.