The wetness ensured the movement was slick and quick. As my hands moved in, she gasped for air and allowed me an opportunity to slip my tongue in.Want...ng to hear her moan in pleasure, I moved my lips to her exposed neck, suckling it with passion. She threw her head back to accommodate my lips. Her breathing was getting more erratic and loud as the moment passed. The gush of air she exhaled would create ripples in my nerves when it touched my skin.My lip had made its way down her neck to the. The pistols would be handy for protection if we were close. I had no confidence in my own ability to hit a target more than twenty feet away and was reasonably certain Miranda had not been target practicing. If we needed to hunt for food, the Colt Navies would be useless.We need a rifle.“Really? I can’t even shoot these sidearms you insist I carry. Why must we have a rifle?”A rifle is easier to shoot and more accurate than a revolver. We might need to shoot a deer in order to survive.“I hate. . and show them all the love my hands can give. I eagerly repeat the same pattern once I reach your beautiful ass: gather ... kneed ... fondle ... even spank. That last one draws an unexpected giggle. Then, I make sure to dip my hands between your thighs and cup that special treasure I’ve neglected these long weeks. I stroke your cleft slowly ... gently ... prettying her up for later enjoyment.Despite my desire to increase the intensity of your pleasure-filled hums, the time to rinse has. ”“I should probably call Phil and get the address of this one so we can check it out online,” Liz said, frowning slightly.“Or you could wait a couple of minutes until we get there,” Bobbi pointed out. She knew La Jolla because Miramar Marine Corps Air Station was located nearby.Liz nodded slightly. She didn’t know San Diego like she knew Nashville. She had no real concept of how long it took to get places.“She’s right,” I said. “We’re already here. La Jolla isn’t that big. I think it might have.