Gently my finger enters you for the first time, and you give an involuntary moan. I love the way you clench down each time I pull out. Another finger ...oins in, and they move deeper; your body craves more; your emotions take you higher.The glow from the light of the fireplace flickers, and shadows dance on the wall. The music plays softly from the stereo. The sound of my fingers in your body hypnotizes me. Like a love movie, we stay in soft focus, just enough light to allow an audience to see. I wanted nothing more than to be played with. To be used as a toy for his hands. After getting his finger good and lubed, which didnt take much, he found my hole and for the first time ever I was being penetrated by a finger not my own. Never in a million years would I have thought a feeling like this would have been possible. My whole body felt tingly and on fire at the same time. He slowly worked his finger in and out picking up speed a little at a time. I wanted to cum so bad but didnt know. I locked my lips to hers and devoured her mouth.My hot tongue found hers and they danced; hers uncertain, mine with total conviction. Her shirt buttons popped open one by one as I undressed her. Finally, I pulled her shirt open in triumph and released her mouth.Her eyes were woozy, her breath heavy, her heart pounded in her ears. I crowed at the sight of my prize and I swooped like a falcon. My hot eager mouth found her nipples. I licked slow circles around each one and ran my teeth along with. Witnesses could only report that it was a woman who was clearly skilled. All three shots were well placed. She was hailed as a heroine for preventing a mass killing.The two women were Texas ranch raised, so guns were a third arm, as in “left, right, and sidearm”, worn almost every day for work out on the range. Bourkas made carrying them easy in addition to fitting in anonymously.That “packing” was wise got confirmed three days later as they were walking to a residence in a poor neighborhood. A.