Jake was angry. He was beyond angry, he was furious. His "friend" the only reason he was at this stupid party, his ride, had ditched him.He stormed ou... of the party and started walking home. He didn't even hear the voice calling his name.He was about a block from the party when the sky opened up. "Can my night get any worse." He yelled at the heavens, and as if in response his bladder cramped, hard. "Oh shit, I should have gone before I left the party." He thought. He straightened up and as he. “You need to practice at 25 yards,” Chris told them.“Why?” Roy asked.“It will be easier to hit a target at 10 yards if you can hit one at 25 yards,” she told him. He looked skeptical.“Try it,” I told him before Chris and I started firing on our targets. When we pulled them back, we were disappointed.“Those are damn good targets for 25 yards,” the caretaker told us on looking at them.“We’re way off today,” I told him in return, as Chris and I posted new targets and reloaded our pistols. The next. Literally. Never a sadness that could not be solved with a hug and a good cry. Never a frustration that could not dissolve in the thralls of a great orgasm. And now... dammit, Angique, what have you done to me? Where is my life?The footsteps must have been behind her for a while. Leather soles, male strides. She looked over her shoulder. The figure was a silhouette against the dark, but she recognized it. He was a guy from the club, a coloured guy. What was his name? Dick? Derek. Pretty well. I was nervous and knew what that meant.I remember almost shaking once we get to the hotel and he checked in and returned with the key. We went to the room and immediately started making out. I could feel his erect cock through his jeans as he lay on top of me. Before long, he had my dress off and there I was in my bra and panties. A few minutes later, he unhooked my bra and there I was topless. We continued to make out and I remember getting really turned on. Before I knew it, he had slipped my.