I was in a deep funk when I heard someone knocking at the front door. Myrna beat me to it. The pistol she was carrying looked bigger than she was. Fro... what I could see, it was an old Colt Dragoon from the Civil War Era. Damn, that thing would kick like a horse if she decided to shoot it.By the time I got to the door, Myrna was opening it. I very distinctly heard her cock the pistol that she had behind her back. I think the Marshal standing outside did too because he immediately stiffened. I. And he was using it to fuck her mouth. Christie pushed her fingers deep inside her cunt. She rubbed her hard clit with the ball of her thumb. And to her astonishment, she lifted her left hand and wrapped it around the base of Tom's dick. Holding him like that, she began to work her mouth back and forth on his dick. She would control how much he shoved in her mouth. But she wanted to fell it all. The sheer power of his dick was like a strong drink. And she wanted to get drunk. Her tongue licked. "What a shameless, nasty slut... !" He whispered. Then he nibbled my earlobe and dropped a hand on my knee.I pulled my skirt up, dropped my leg over his and opened my knees wide. I felt his hand caress it's way up my inner thigh and just wanted to melt when he cupped his hand over my pussy. He stroked a finger along my pussy lips. I moaned and leaned against his arm, trying to hide from the bar. Oh god. I'm going to have an orgasm in the bar of Tony's!He took four fingers and rubbed my clit. "Don't you?" Yeah, I guess I do. It's just something to see it, I guess." Finley tapped a ball over the shortstop's head, a base hit. "I guess I'm proud of you. You've really grown up some. The Army's been good for you."Down on the field, Biggio lined the first pitch through the gap, where it was fielded. Finley took second, while Biggio stopped at first. "Two on the bags, Dad. Looks good for the 'Stros". Dan nodded, and the two sipped their beers.Jeff Bagwell grounded out, Thompson scooping up.