?You seem nervous,? he said. I felt his hands go through my long, dirty blond hair, stroking it. I tried to say something but no words came from my m...uth. ?Don’t worry, I don’t bite,? he said playfully. With that I smiled just a little; he had always found a way to make me smile, no matter what the situation was. Well almost always, there were still times he made me nervous or uncomfortable, sometimes both. Like now, for instance.Just don’t think about what will happen I thought, trying to. ‘You’re so hard,’ she whispered in his ear. It felt thick and hot in her small hands, the veins throbbing against her skin. She began to stroke up and down his shaft. Teddy finally worked his way out of his pants, pushing them down to his ankles along with his boxers as Cheryl gave him the most intense hand job he had ever known. He undid the buttons of her jeans and feverishly pushed them off. His hands followed the curve of her shapely ass as he removed her pants. His thumbs hooked her. I filled the chamber with a new smokeless powder and capped it with a firing cap. Under the barrel of my weapon I made a tube that held the new bullets.They were pushed back and into the receiver by a spring. When I fired the one in the chamber it shoved the bolt back and a tiny nail like pin pushed the brass chamber out. The bolt going back pushed on a lever that blocked the tube and raised the first bullet in the tube. A spring behind the bolt pushed it forward and the brass chamber and. . They took every opportunity to rub up against me, show me their hard nipples and breasts through their smoothed-down tee shirts and rubbed them and their pussies up against whatever body part I had available.Of course I had to act the stoic male, immune to such childish things, but Little Henry was very interested in such goings-on. He smelled wet pussy and wanted some!Well, to appease him, I stroked every bare butt, bare pussy and bust I could reach -- which were many and frequent. The game.