I said, “Jake, can you give me some of your shells? I am completely out.”Jake handed me a handful of shells, and I reloaded my shotgun. I had seve... shots, and that was it. As luck would have it, the harpies gave up while I still had one shot left. We let them go because had we not we would have been completely out of shells. Jake had no more beyond the two that were currently in his shotgun. We absolutely had to get back to the shop before any more of the monsters showed up.I had two boxes of. Susan responded by spreading her feet apart allowing Jim easier access. He slipped a finger inside of her, Susan lost her grip on the Jim. Her knees seemed to weaken and Jim moved her closer to the wall to keep her from falling. With one arm around her and the other working her pussy, Susan felt that she was close to orgasm. Before she could cum Jim grabbed her by the hips and turned her around moving her towards the bench on the far side of the shower stall. Susan knew what to do and. It’s just a social obligation.” She kissed the phone and we hung up.The party was going full-blast when I arrived; loud music and wanton dancing. The drunken doofuses were out in force. The shamelessly wasted girls were all there. The predators were on the fringes; scanning the herd for limping members. The booze flowed, the hormones bubbled, the atmosphere crackled with sexual energy and all inhibitions were set to zero.I heard loud male laughter. I strolled over to see what the source the. She favored wearing a tight skirt six inches above the knees and a tight silk blouse, which accentuated her figure quite nicely – a figure with firm upthrust breasts, curved hips, full legs, and a perky rounded rump. In short, Tammie Edwins was a knockout.It was near closing time in the Ridgeview Public Library, and Tammie Edwins the library director was at the check-out desk. She had made the rounds in the library, checking all the areas, turning off computers, locking doors, turning out.