" Oh," I said disappointed."Who are you thinking of?" Nobody." You're not still thinking of Brianna are you? She's way out of your league." No," I lie.... "If someone sent you flowers and you didn't know who it was, would you like it?" Sure. Girls like to get stuff." The doorbell rang. "There's Andy!"I walked over to the grocery store and from the floral department chose the nicest arrangement. I picked up a greeting card that simply said, "You're Special" and a ballpoint pen. I did my. Please enjoy. The names are changed. Sierra was a Shooter Bitch at a bar in the central United States for about four months. The smoke and drinking lifestyle got to her and she had to quit. She was told to have a very specific outfit for being Shooter Bitch. It consisted of the shortest shorts you could make out of denim. They had a zipper but the top button was cut off to make a little wedge or opening above the zipper area. The shorts were old and frayed and short. The shorter the better.. "I heard some discussing and he came on line again asking if the next evening was okay."Um, I really don't want to be out two nights in a row. How about Thursday, your place, right after work?"They agreed and that was that. Thursday, right after work. I was liking this."Okay, I'll be there and you have to promise me one thing," I told him and he asked what that was."You've got to take that hard cock of yours and give her a fucking that she'll remember. Make it good and make it last, okay?"He. The clock on my dresser chimes eleven, six hours before my husband returns and five before Hannah, 'Take my denims down and smell my cunt', I order him, it's too late to go back, I am too fired up and horny as I push my hips towards his young face, my hands now holding his head in front of my crotch.I can feel his fingers toying with the buttons on my denims, no zipper just steel buttons, I like them, feeling each one pop open teasingly and as his hand moves down to the last of six, his.