I was faster right-handed and a better shot, but I was better than most people even left handed. I know I impressed the gunsmith as I smoothly drew an... put a round in the center of the target in less than a tenth of a second with each hand. I had practiced that move thousands of times in the ten years I worked for the Sagebrush show. I was fast and accurate as hell against a paper target, but I didn’t know if I’d be as good when the target could shoot back.Once back inside the shop, I wiped. She somehow didn’t notice, and picked up the pencil. And then looked up at me. And saw everything. Her eyes widen a bit, but just as quickly, she sits up and continues writing.I was mortified. The adrenaline was rushing, my heart was pounding, and I could barely breathe. And I STILL hadn’t moved my hand. And that’s when a piece of paper from her desk landed on mine.What are you doing? it read. Hurriedly, I wrote back, Please please don’t say anything about this. I’ll do anything. She started. I softly bit her nipples as she let out a sharp moan.As I threw her mini skirt to the floor I noticed that she had forgotten to wear underwear. That saucy minx. She lifted her self so that her dripping pussy was floating above my pulsing member. Then all of a sudden she just dropped onto it and my cock went slamming deep into her. We both moaned and she tilted her sexy head back. She quickened her pace, which was sending me into ecstasy. She started to grind against my pelvis. Mmmmm she start. Almost all of those times, that happened to be a horny devil, as most of his ethical dilemmas to date had revolved around the opposite sex. Quite to Ex’s frustration he was a ‘good guy’ and as a result still had his V, plates even though with a bit of peer pressure or manipulation he could likely have lost them a number of times in the last 18 months or so. But that just wasn’t him!Sighing, Ex decided the best way to get himself up and moving for the day was to quite literally do that! Get up.