This second shot was not quite as effective because the second man was moving when I fired at him. He had tried to turn toward me at the sound of my f...rst shot, so I caught him in the right side with some of my buckshot. I hit him well enough to break his arm, judging from the way his gun went flying. I figured that he, too, was out of the fight, as I paused to reload my shotgun from the pouch of loose shells that I was wearing at my belt.The three or four seconds that it took me to reload was. Almost at once, the brunette was in my face yelling at me. “You fucking slut, that is my boyfriend you are hitting on. You have been rubbing your tits in his face since you got here. Leave him alone and find some other guy to fuck tonight,” she fumed. “Excuse me! This is a party and we were just talking, bitch. Calm down and keep a tighter leash on your boyfriend,” I fumed back. The more I denied I was flirting with him, the angrier she became. By now the ruckus was catching the attention of. As much as Mary Sue would have loved to stay in the shower and let thewarm water run across her still-sensitive skin, she wanted to leave somehot water for Pat. It still took her the better part of an hour to feelpresentable. When she finished, she went out to the kitchen to give Pathis chance in the shower.Pat had used the time to organize everything for omelets. Once sheheard the water in the shower shut off, Mary Sue started the process ofpreparing breakfast. She knew that Pat had said. My knees were shakingand my breath rasping as the muscle contractionsintensified. “Uhhhhhhhmmmggghhhh,” I grunted as my hips buckedforward involuntarily and her lips slipped off of mypainfully pulsing willie. A long thin stream of myessence erupted explosively into the air and splatteredon the sofa as her hand continued its’ gentle massage.My lungs struggled to keep my vision clear. So intensewas my orgasm that I scarcely noticed her hand dropfrom my over sensitized scrotum to her.