I don't think it'll be very cheering," he added gloomily."Thanks, Rod. At least you're being realistic, blast you. I'll go away and do a bit more thin...ing." She grinned. "Possibly a bit more realistic thinking."Rod smiled. "And you're not going to renege on that promise either, are you?" No, I'm bloody well not." Good for you. You know I'm on your side, don't you?" Never doubted it, Rod dear. Just a realistic, bloody banker."She smiled and kissed his nose. "Good spreadsheeting!"She was. We resumed necking and she gasped a bit when I put two fingers in her slippery vagina. I fingered her for awhile and without being able to stop myself, I began pressing my penis rhythmically against her body. I was so worked up that I knew if I didn’t stop I’d spurt all over her side. Sandy’s groans and rising hips worked in time with my pumping fingers and I used my thumb to rub her bump on the in-thrust. I moved my fingers faster and faster, taking my cues from her sound of passion. When she. I set the table and kept my mouth shut."Tomorrow evening, I have to go back in to work around seven for a short while, Bill," revealed Paula. "I have to meet with some parents to go over the lack of progress their children are making." No problem," I replied as I recalled the conversation I had with Tim Brown earlier that same day.Tim was the head maintenance man at the high school where Paula taught. He had been in my body shop getting an estimate on repairing a ding in his fender from an all. It’s hard to aim when you aren’t looking where you’re shooting. Taking careful aim, I fired a three-round burst at the hand. The firing stopped as the TEC-9 clattered to the floor, and the screaming and cussing started.The gunfire upstairs was intensifying. “I’m going to move forward. Maybe I can get inside the basement,” I told the others with me. I didn’t feel any immediate threat from the basement. I stood, hiding behind my shield, hugging the left wall and walked towards the basement door..