Even though the night is still warm, your tongue sends a chill through my body. You feel my still hard cock, poking you in the crotch and say, "You ar... at just the right height to fuck me, so get to it." We start to kiss some more as I reach down and start to undo my pants. Your hands move down to your pussy and you start to play with yourself, getting it ready for me. You take my throbbing dick in your hand and aim it at your cunt, I do the rest as I ram it balls deep in to you with one. I almost did. Almost.“I’m curious now.”“Good,” she teased, making me laugh.“You’re terrible.”I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going, not that I was concerned about getting lost. I knew this part of town fairly well. It was usually quiet this time of night. Most of the shops and galleries were closed up. Just the occasional café, bistro, or bar were still busy. The street lamps illuminated her nicely. I admired her, not so secretly, noticing, not for the first time this evening,. He attached a picture of himself wearing a wedding tuxedo and holding a white sign in front of him. The sign read: Donna I Love You. Please Marry Me. The caption read "Jim, being totally serious for once." Two hours later, he received a reply, it read: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!!!!! It was unsigned.Jim went back to being the old "new" Jim. He still had his work, and enjoyed the challenges associated with that. His mother had written, inviting him down to visit when he got the time. She was. "On the other hand, Dad and I processed a lot of rounds at paper and other targets. Maybe we can both bag our first thug today."Rachel smiled, and the sun rose."I've got an idea," I said after thinking a minute. "You naturally walk with your rifle pointing right, and mine tends to the left. If we need to shoot, you take any bozo on the right - I'll take any bozo on the left. We won't have to think about it. How does that sound?" I like it!" she said. "But how will I know when to shoot?" I trust.