? ?Forty-three seconds!? The prize goes to Mr. Mike Murphy!?? Cheers and boos intermingled into a generally discordant noise, like a pack of coyotes.?...? ? ?Even before the announcer had finished speaking, they were dragging the next girl, Margaret could only assume the girl with the number two on her back.? The same series of noises commenced minutes after she disappeared, with the one exception being the time (forty-one seconds) and her name, which was simply, Daisy.?? If they were just going. The contrast between the softness of the swells and their stone-hard tips, the pleasure just a simple touch could bring, the heady sound of another moaning in rapturous joy all because of a tiny brushing of the tongue ... Liz shivered with as much delight as Tess when her mouth closed over a quivering breast.“Mmm ... yes,” Tess cried out, her legs working around Liz’s body, pulling her closer and bracing herself at the same time. “Liz ... please,” Tess begged with desperation akin to Liz’s. ”“Wind on second or third?”Millie paused, considering, looking at the ground between her and the target. “Both probably.” Again she fractionally adjusted herself. She waited, one eye peering through the sight, the other around it, at the ground between her and her target. “Shot four,” she called after another two minutes.“On the money,” called Neil a few seconds later. “Four and a half second flight time.”Millie carefully checked her scope, noting where the individual reticules were in relation. " She said, still breathless.I lovingly kissed her neck and the side of her cheek multiple times."You like that?" I whisper softly in her ear.She nods."Turn around." I said to her with the most lustful hunger in my voice.She turned around. I fingered her a little bit. Her treasure was beautifully wet."Suck my fingers. Suck them."She did, highlighting those wonderful plump lips and tongue of hers. I entered her again, this time grasping her thick thigh for leverage and smacking her beautiful.