Hit...miss...miss...miss" lieutenant Malcolm Reed rang out after every shot"Any better?" Hoshi asked."Well your hit to miss ratio is still below 50%" ...alcolm replied."I never have any problem with the Em-33" Hoshi sounded frustrated"This is an entirely new weapon Hoshi," Malcolm explained, "You don't have to compensate for particle drift." Here let me show you," Malcolm moved closer, standing right behind Hoshi he squared her shoulders."It's all about an even stance," running his hands down. You rub down my back, stopping just at the top of my ass. You then run them along my sides and back up my front side, lingering a little longer than necessary at my chest, slowly caressing each breast in your hands, carefully checking underneath and between them for weapons. I can feel myself getting wet as your hands continue to rub over my body. Your hands now work their way down and slide down the outer sides of my legs quickly. Your hands now begin to move up the insides of my legs slowly,. It was a long slow number and the floor was very crowded. My wife was dancing with one of my friends and I was glad for that. Laura kept whispering to me how handsome I had become and how Eileen was a lucky woman, and would I like to repeat the show sometime. Before long my eight inch erection was rubbing against Lauras pussy and she was pulling me into her. It was impossible not to want to fuck her right there and then. It was an uncontrollable urge. I knew the song would last a while and if. At first I could not figure out what it was! And I clearly remembering just starring and starring. It was not until much later that I understood what pubic hair was, and I guess it makes sense that a girl in the late '70s or early '80s would have a lot of pussy hair! I still fantasize about that day. What would have happened if I was more mature. WHY did she expose herself like that? Was she just really comfortable and not concerned about a little k**, or was it the opposite? Did she.