”* As I was in bed with my wife, my mind crept to thinking about Ashley. Whenever I closed my eyes, I would think of her, slowly unbuttoning that pi...k blouse, and dropping it to the floor, revealing more of her sweet, soft body as she creeps closer to me. She smiled sweetly as she showed me more, taking off her pink bra and tossing it to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, beautifully shaped and proportional to her petite body, her nipples small but growing harder by the second. She winked at. “I can shoot too!”“No, Lisa Marie,” her mother lectured. “We don’t have enough ammunition. If we know you’re protected, we can concentrate on fighting. Stay safe, and if they make it in, don’t make a sound.”Nine-year-old Lisa Marie watched her parents, understanding this was the last time she’d ever see them. As a tear streamed down her cheek, she tried to memorize their faces. Her mother had her long brown curly hair. She had pale skin, with freckles over her cheeks, something else Lisa. I could see that she had shaved completely bare for the occasion which made me want her luscious lips even more. I gave each of the girls a glass of wine and offered to take Sophie’s coat. Under the coat she was wearing a little black dress that hugged her figure in all the right places and showed off her curves fantastically. She was of similar build and shape to Tonnina, with smaller boobs, I’d guess about a D cup but equally pert. I returned from hanging Sophie’s coat in absolute shock, both. She’d put a good deal of care into the sermon. It was the only sermon of hers that her grandmother or Rachel would ever hear, one of the very few that her parents would ever hear. Hell! It was one of the few that some of the parishioners present today would hear. Not that anybody would remember it.David might. She looked fondly at her fiancé during one of the hymns. He remembered the oddest things, and he did pay attention to her.When the service was over, she headed back to her office. Her mom.