"Why are you smiling like that?" Something good is going to happen. Good for you Melissa, I am sure, unfortunately I have no idea what, as I have neve... had this feeling before." I scanned around the area, trying to pick up what it was about. Finally, I just closed my eyes and relaxed, getting an image. It showed a boy stood watching us, or rather Melissa. I opened my eyes and found him. He was in a quiet corner alone, about 20 yards away, talking to himself. He seemed to be psyching himself up. It's good insurance.For those of you white picket fence types that don't know my world, when I say they "carry," it means they carry guns. For Mica, it's a nine millimeter Glock automatic with a fourteen round magazine in a shoulder holster under his left arm. For Bigun, it's a.38 revolver with a two-inch barrel in a belt holster in the small of his back and a.32 automatic in a holster attached to his right ankle. I've only seen Bigun draw the revolver once. His physically imposing size is. She looked at the disgusting prick between her tits. The chubby fellow over her squeezed her tits together, kneading them with his fingers as he continued fucking her breast. She continued rocking her hips while watching the dick pop in and out of view between her tits until it began spitting cum at her face. She closed her eyes and felt cum splatter from her throat to her nose. Then she felt the first tingle of her climax starting to reach the moment of truth. She cried out in anticipation,. Luckily nobody suspected anything, but I felt very guilty to think such of my niece. Though instincts could not be helped. One Saturday night after we men folk had a few drinks we all had dinner and settled to watch the TV. Around 11.30 p.m. My Sala, his wife, and my parents all retired to bed. Bardhini and I stayed on to watch TV for a little longer. Bardhini was still in a blue short skirt and a sleeveless white shirt that she had worn for jogging in the morning. I was in my lungi and a vest..