Does your release trigger me or is it mine that causes yours? We neither know nor care as we both give voice to our pleasure. We lie in each other’s...arms, feeling the glow as our breathing calms, exchanging gentle kisses and caresses. For a time, we simply are together, speaking of the things that lovers and friends do. Delighting in each other’s voice and presence and touch. But soon our desire catches us again, lifting us into that place that only lovers can visit. When we are ready, I pull. I was also very careful to keep the gun pointed at the floor. The two things for bullets were still sitting in the metal box but that didn’t mean there was no bullet in the gun. The smart bit of my brain somehow retained enough control to make sure I didn’t kill myself.The weight of the gun dragged my hands down. I had to strain to keep from pointing the gun directly down at my toes. That would have been embarrassing – the first time I ever hold a gun and I shoot myself in the foot. I never. Ashley helped herself to undo my bra and took it off me too. "Oh, these are nice too, Lindzee," she complimented me, rubbing them. "You see, we can be nice."Ray leaned to me and felt them as well. "Yes, these are perfect, now grab my rod again."I bit down on my bottom lip again and calmly moved my hands to his pecker."You have a great set of boobs, and you've proven yourself to be a voyeur too, you dumb floozy. Maybe if you don't pull bullshit again, you won't have to deal with us being mean,". While I do not work out, my body is reasonably trim, I do get compliments, and many stares when I wear a miniskirt and heels. I nodded my head in certainty. Whatever was wrong, it was not because of my appearance! My mind returned to what I was going to do about this. My options were to do nothing, confront him, or seek revenge. Doing nothing wasn’t a solution my furious mind was ready to accept, and a confrontation just didn’t seem right. It wouldn’t get me anywhere, the deed was already.