There was the instant hot stab of fear, seasoned heavily with shame. But there was also the catharsis of confession as his actions admitted, at least ...n part, how he felt about this woman/child. There was amazement as he realized her eyes showed no fear. They glittered, in fact, as she turned her head a little. It was a completely normal movement, just that of someone wanting to see something a little better."I'm sorry!" He gasped, still otherwise frozen.She sat up suddenly and swung her legs. “Seemed to work fine.”“And you saw...”“I saw everything. I saw you shoot those two men, and I saw you get hit and stagger up to the front, where you got shot again, and I saw you keep going, crawling out through the window. Then I simply heard the gunfire, but I stayed where you told me to, until a policeman with a gun out came into the store. I yelled out I was in the beer cave, and he pointed his gun at me until I came out,” she said.“Good. Don’t make any sudden moves at a time like that,. He wrapped both hands around her breast forcing the nipple out even more and looked over at me for reassurance at what he was doing was ok.He did not need for me to answer as I had my cock out of my shorts and was pumping it ridged; I was so hard that it felt as if it was going to burst through its skin.He leant over my wife and pulled out her other breast and suckled both of them alternately. His hand was now sliding up her bare leg to the edge of her silk see through panties. What surprised. "You move those logs and stand aside, and you'll live to ambush somebody else. Don't, and we'll move the logs and your bodies along with them."I raised the mike to my walkie talkie and said, "Flankers, dust 'em a little with your M-16s, but don't kill anybody yet. Sweep those logs with the .50"With short, three round bursts, the M16s in the hills stitched the road and the hillsides alongside the ambushers, showing them exactly how exposed and outgunned they were. Just for grins. the .50 caliber.