Pauline was standing so close that she was touching her. The smell of the retired School Mistress’ perfume was sweet and strong and Zofeya took a fe... deep breaths, her large breasts moving under her tracksuit top as she inhaled and exhaled.“Sore, Auntie Pauline. I really don’t like being caned.” Zofeya stared at the shorter, dark-haired lady who licked her lips.Miss Manson put both of her arms around Diane’s daughter and gently pulled her close into her white blouse. The younger woman slowly. He looked at the door. Maybe he should just leave. Maybe he should just shout out that he had forgotten another appointment or that an emergency had come up? But he was a coward. He had learned even before the Marines that fear was a feeling everyone had…the difference was whether you ran from it or did what needed to be done inn spite of it. He always choose the latter. But each step down that hallway seemed as hard as crawling on his belly through the smoke from the IED. But as he had that. I felt for his pulse in his neck and his heart was beating fine. I was looking at him to find the wound and rolled him over. The man had six rounds embedded in his vest. I'm surprised the vest held at such close range.A couple of deputies rushed in and I said, "Get a corpsman, this guy is going to have some internal injuries. I don't think anything penetrated his vest."One of the deputies said, "You're bleeding, come out, we'll take it from here. It looks like the place is clean. We'll be going. I sent a response back "MMMM That looks good I really wish I was there to help you out baby" I got no response back for a few minutes and then DING I looked down at my phone and another picture. A close up of her hand in her panties I was so getting turned on and could feel my cock throbbing in my shorts I was wearing. I sent a text back "Are you wet and horny baby, does it feel good baby, I so want you baby" and again nothing in reply. I kept looking at the photos she had sent me and I was.