I suggested, "Let's go under the bridge." We grabbed our bikes and crawled around the bridge end and found a flat spot. He sat down, and I knelt ove... him and opened his pants again. His cock was still hard, and I began to stroke it. I also pulled up his shirt and exposed his chest, and tweaked his nipple. I stroked him slowly at first, then a bit faster. My other hand moved to his balls and cupped them as I stroked. Then I felt his hand on my zipper, and he pulled my pants down over my. Ann saw where Billy was, so she knew not to shoot in that direction. Billy dodged from tree to tree until he came upon a boy lying on the ground with a bullet through his neck. If he had been as tall as a grown man, Ann's bullet would had penetrated his chest at about his heart, so Ann had judged well about where to place her bullet. The boy was quite dead, so there was no way to find out why he had been shooting.Billy checked him out and found that the boy was apparently starving, considering. You know I always knock. I’m really sorry, Tom. Will you forgive me?" she said and then looked me right in the eyes."Sweetie, there’s nothing to forgive. Let’s just pretend that it never happened, OK?" I said and hugged her."OK, Tom," she said as she hugged me back tightly.As we hugged, I couldn’t help it as my cock continued to flex and swell until I was fully hard. I know she felt it. How could she not.She squeezed me a little tighter and then she giggled and said, "Do you need to go back to. .."Cassie had to take a few moments to calm herself. She wanted too much to explore this new revelation about the significance of her dreams. She had seen so many things that were confusing or disturbing to her. So many people doing things that seemed odd to her.Or did seem odd to her. With this new turn of events, some of the things she had seen were making chilling sense to her now.Yet she was still torn up enough inside about Richie that she had to keep talking, now that Melinda got her to.