" I followed Sanchez down into the basement firing range. They were firing a bullet from each of the policemen's guns to see if the rifling was a matc... or similar. Guns are bought in batches, and batches have similar grooving.Sanchez handed me a pair of ear protectors and a pair of safety glasses. As I was putting them on, he led me to the end spot where we could watch the two lab techs firing the guns.Sanchez pointed to a spot where I could stand and see everything. He then proceeded to stand. ..but we weren't going to stay for pudding. It was quite clear that we both wanted to shag like rabbits and you could sense the sexual anticipation. As we left the restaurant it was a foggy night, and she pointed out to me that I couldn't possibly go home to South West London. I had an urge to bend her over a car in the street and lift her skirt up, but managed to control myself. We eventually got to her front door, and she invited me in. As the door closed, I pushed her against the hallway. She was 5’6”, nice tan and tight body with freckles in just the right places. Before long we decided to meet in person and to make the meeting even hotter we both agreed to not even masturbate until we could hook up in three weeks. I got to the hotel first and called her right away to give her the room number. It seemed like she was taking forever and I started to think she had changed her mind. Finally I heard a knock at the door and there she was with a nervous grin. Even though neither. Brooke added clenching motions and Ned felt the difference. ‘Nice slow moves, my dear… okay, try that one again… ohh, yes, that’s almost it… again… a little higher… OHHH, YES, that’s the spot… keep working on that area…’ Ned’s knob strummed her G-spot. He watched Brooke in the mirror. Her hair hung over her face but she could see him watching her through the slits in the cascades. She shimmied her shoulders to set her breasts bounding. The pointed tips spun with eye-catching auras. Her wiggling.