I seem to have no choice but to look at what is going on inside a car just a few feet away from me. I want to look away, but my body is completely fro...en. Actually, that is not true. One part of my body is still working and that would be my tear ducts. Periodic tears are leaking from my eyes because of what is going on inside the car. The macabre show is chipping away at my soul bit by bit.I really should stop getting ahead of myself and tell who I am. My name is Suki Yamamoto. I have long. “Got it,” I called out and made my way to the door. The open windows on the first floor let in the warm air that had the baked, lazy scent of pollen and grass.I opened the door to find a woman of indeterminate build standing at the door. She looked to be about five-foot-five or so, with dark hair pulled back from her sunbaked face into a ponytail which seemed to hang well past her shoulder; it made it difficult to place her age - it could be anywhere from her late-30s to her early 50s but she. Once alone in his room, Jack dug quickly through his desk until he found a recent picture of Sammy, and masturbated furiously, coming almost immediately, shooting his jizz all over the photo of her face. He was incredibly horny, imagining some guy sucking her little tits, sliding a finger into her pussy and then pressing his dick deep inside of her, maybe fucking her doggy style, or bending her over the bed. Just the thought got him hard again, and as he beat his meat he studied the young. And ... as usual, your bullet was a half second ahead of mine. At least I’m catching up a little, but we both know that my pattern at two hundred yards is twice the size of yours. Move that out to four hundred yards and half my rounds would miss completely.”“I took my time,” she teased.“I know that you’re teasing, but you always get your round off before I can, and I doubt that I’ll ever be as fast or as accurate as you are,” he said as he went for the hide they used as a soft surface to put.