However, some people have weird quirks, as I had learnt.His body suggested he had been fit and his rounds were the most accurate shots that had been f...red at me when he knew where I was in relation to him. I moved to examine the pistol. I knew that it was a Glock.This kinda fazed me, as they had gone out of fashion thirty years ago. The Australian Armed forces, including the Police, changed to Wilson’s pistols in the sixties. To be honest, I liked my old man’s Glock, as it was a nice weapon to. It was the sudden clicking of buttons that stirred Sara from her sleep. Angie was texting away again as usual."Don't you ever take a break from that thing?" Sara asked looking from Angie's phone to the open ocean."Nah, not really?" Angie replied nonchalantly, shaking her head jet black hair swaying."Heh? figures?" Sara said shifting her weight in her seat. It's been a seven hour non-stop drive from Nevada to California and she and Angie had finally stopped for a break, the car she admitted was. "Go on..." he urged. "...Painful..." I whispered. Ben tensed, and I heard him mutter the word dry. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded and he took me by my hand and lead me to the living room, where we sat down on the sofa. "Sex should never, ever hurt. Well, not the bad kind. Pain can give pleasure, but I think you should first feel that sex can make you feel so alive. Let me do all the work. I promise I won't hurt you, and you can tell me to stop whenever you want to." And then he kissed. James stumbled to the edge of the bed, his eyes struggling to take in the surprising, extremely exciting scene that was playing out in front of him. As he got to the end of the bed he realised he was hard. His eyes had struggled to take in his beautiful, lust-filled girlfriend for a start but as soon as they had adjusted, his penis had reacted instantly, straining at his trousers to be let free. Elizabeth glanced down at it, her eyes alive with pleasure as she reached for the bulge in James's.