Now I have a question for you,” you say seriously. Looking back over my should I wait to see what in the world you needed to ask me know. “What ar... you?"Wait… what? What the hell does that mean, I had been hoping for a yes or no question but no such luck.“Ummm… a girl?” I reply hesitantly.“Wrong,” you state biting me again. So this is the game, but what would be the reward for guessing correctly. Even if it took awhile to find that was okay, I love the feel of your teeth as they mark my. The jeans she wears mold tight around her and the boots she prefers give her height so they can see blue eyes to hazel eyes as they kiss. She wanders tranquil into his space. She claims it as she had the bedroom that first morning between them. Nothing from her other life can intrude in this place. Nothing from his life can intrude either, but he keeps the windows sharply covered and, to avoid telltale shadows wavering lustful on the drapes, he turns off the lights until only the bold blue glow. 2) I got shot down. Like I said, I was getting blasé, losing concentration. Getting lax. I dived on some bombers and misjudged the angle so I was in cross fire between two. I felt the bullet go through my leg, clean through. Nearly a flesh wound except it nicked the bone. Plenty of blood, I felt it start to fill my boot. The other gun got the screen and one bullet smashed my googles. Even worse. I could barely see and it was agony to keep my eyes open. And my crate was on fire. I kept it up. Rita was on the couch watching everything as it happened with a look of curiosity on her face as she fingered herself, then I saw her eyes get big. I tried to follow them to see what she was looking at when I felt a finger slide into my ass.“This ought to make him cum hard,” Aunt Lisa said as she slid her finger deeper. I tried to adjust to the weird feeling of having a finger in my ass, but I couldn't move on account of mom giving me a boobjob, and a fantastic one at that, so I just had to sit.