We stopped at an office where a very cute blonde secretary smiled at Monte when we walked in.Monte chuckled, “Hey gorgeous, who do I have to kill to...get the three of us a ride to Dulles?”She giggled, “Nobody, if you’ll just agree to take me out to dinner when you get back!”“If you had some vacation time, I’d take you to the Caribbean with us, Maggie, dinner’s for sure.”She blushed, “Oh you! Who’s your handsome friends?”Monte chuffed then slapped Jeremy on the back, “This is NSA Special Agent. Both girls had heard Bobby masturbating through those walls, in years past, and neither girl was a quiet lover.It was that argument, in fact, that was the reason they snuck into the living room in time to see Monica, sitting on the edge of the couch, take off her T shirt, exposing her naked breasts to Bobby. It shocked them both enough that they stopped. Their breath was stuck in their lungs, too, which is why neither gasped and gave them away.Monica leaned down and they saw their brother’s. ." I think you've been waiting for me," came a gravelly, darkly raspy voice from behind her before a pair of fingers slid into her hot center. A thumb slipped over her swollen, wet clit. Phoebe's mittened hands curled over the edge of the cauldron as she gasped. She was too stunned to react. "You're more than ready," the voice whispered as the fingers stroked her tight insides. "And you're awfully tight. You need a good, hard dicking, I think." Ah ... Um..." Phoebe started to turn her head, but. As soon as I got close enough, I fired one barrel of my 10-gauge sawed-off shotgun at the closest Indian. Of course, by being mounted on a running horse, I did not have a very steady aiming point, and that was why the sawed-off shotgun was such a valuable weapon.As best I could, I aimed at the waist of the Comanche and fired the left barrel. Some of the buckshot hit the Indian and some hit the horse. I have no idea if any of the hits on the man were fatal, but they were enough to make him loose.