He dialed in the distance and centered the crosshairs on a mountain goat scampering down the side of an impossibly steep cliff. "Always better tenderi...ed," he muttered as he pulled the trigger on the custom made, .30-06 caliber hunting rifle.The small bullet flew true. The goat stumbled and plummeted more than a hundred feet to the bottom of the cliff, bouncing off protruding rocks the entire way down. Tom chuckled and thanked god he was Sheriff of a small Colorado town where no legitimate. I wasn't convinced.The Pina Coladas, on the other hand, were great. "We use only fresh pineapple and coconut," the waiter said proudly. I promptly drained half of mine, before Moira reminded me that it was about a quarter rum. "Hey – slow down, Honey. You're supposed to go easy on the alcohol, remember."I pouted, but she was probably right.When the lunch came, I looked over at Gary's. It actually didn't look too bad. But it was eel. Gary put a bunch of rice on his plate, spooned a bunch of the. Laura refused to let him cum in her mouth... in fact only took him in her mouth for a few moments... and when Brian tried to massage her anus, she slapped his hand away. It was depressing. Just what did Laura see in this bozo and why was she throwing away six years of marriage to fuck him?The two adulterers didn't meet for a week and they were both more than a little upset with a world that kept them apart. It seemed their schedules just weren't meshing very well, for a change, and they didn't. Brown trying to slide me off his lap, so I helped him and took a seat on the desk beside where he was. Mr. Baker was standing in front of us. He looked at both of us in turn and began to undo the zipper and fly of his tight fitting jeans. I noticed he had to pull out slightly to free himself and made a mental note of it for future experiences. While Mr. Baker finished removing his pants, Mr. Brown began to tug my shirt up and over my head. I was silently glad that I had chosen today to wear.