“That husband of yours is a bit boring, isn’t he?” he continued, “it’s no wonder that you’ve been flashing your little knickers for me.”...��I have not!” I retorted, as we stopped at some traffic lights.“Yes you have. Every time you bend over, you flash your pants. You know you do! And don’t get me started about what you put on your washing line.” He laughed, as he began stroking the outside of my thigh, “My favourites are the pink frilly ones. Have you got them on now?” He asked as he lifted up. She had come onto the range with a bit of an attitude about having to shoot with civilians. Then one of the civilians was every bit as good as she was, and the other was ... way beyond her.Cramer had fired her qualification course twice more while the women watched, acing it both times.By the time they had policed up their brass, gotten rid of the used targets, and cleaned their weapons, the afternoon was about over, with everyone tired. Cramer put her gear in the trunk of her car, thanked them. Who would have thought that his mom would have felt this good, or responded this way? Not even she could have thought of being mutually sexually pleased by her son. And he loved every second of it. He was getting close he could feel it. His breathing was picking up, so was their rocking. She felt so good in his arms. She was small, yet tight, certainly very athletic, and like most former marathon runners, she a very little chest to speak of. But what she did have was very solid. "Pregnancy.". Still too thick.He put it in my face. I feel his hardness clinging to my cheek. The cunt wipes me. Sweet nectar begins to flow from her.- Get it in your mouth, puck! for the first time a mysterious stranger spoke from my room. - I want you to smoke me!I guilty his powerful instrument. His clip fills my mouth. I guess it almost all over. My mouth is full of its size, I am greeting it with my lips. I get him out of here, then back in and out again ... It seems to me endlessly repeating this.