He leveled the pistol at the man's heart. "Please relieve yourself of your possessions, sir, without heroics. No more blood need be shed this day on y...ur account." Mutters of contempt and impotent outrage as the man fumbled with his coat. His eyes moved back to her for just a moment, but a moment was all that was needed. The fumbling man drew a small pistol and pulled the trigger, a look of triumph in his eyes. Another crack of thunder reverberated through the wood. The gentleman's pistol was. I guess at that point he realized how lonely he was, 20 females baying for him to strip, and by the looks of it, they were going to get what they wanted, Sandra made sure he knew that, she told him it was past the opportunity for him to opt out, she wanted to kick him, and he would oblige her needs.'So will you take them off or shall I rip them off?'The circle of females moved closer, from where I was sitting his back was to me, and Sandra moved up to him, and faced him off.'Put your hands on. Body." A gentle flushof Compulsion waxed and waned as it corrected his grammar from"this" to "my," to prevent him from betraying the truth. He barelynoticed though, as his mid was racing from thought to thought as hestruggled to crystalize emotions into words."I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship. Should I be? Orshould I give myself more time? Or hell, is this even a relationshipto begin with? Or am I seeing it too lightly? How does Tamara thinkabout this whole thing?" Have you. Matt has continued to work long hours at work and has been spending a few evenings each week at our home managing the renovations. Again, this was expected, and due to our close friendship it was no real hardship that I spent more hours with Carol than would be usual, and as far we were concerned we didn't need any other excuse to open the prosecco and while away the evenings chatting.Carol is 64yrs old, about 5ft 4in, with short greying hair, and a curvy size 14 figure, and ample D cup breasts.