"Oh Damn! I was hoping to get back and get another round before you dressed." She reached down, stroking Williams crotch. "Are you glad to see me, or ...re you packin' a gun?" she asked with a smile. She squeezed lightly. "OH MY GOODNESS!!! IS THAT ALL FOR ME? HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU!!!" She unbuckled his pants, unzipping them and yanking them, and his underwear, down in one fast pull. His pecker was still semi-hard from watching her walk past him, before. Her touch aroused him once again. She. She doesnt talk much because I dont want her to. There are a couple of reasons and I want to tell you about them. First off, she got nothing to talk about. What are us guys into? Beer, cars and guns, right? But, if I mention that I need my rotors turned or that some friend threw a rod, she immediately thinks it has something to do with sex. She doesnt know a round from a bullet and she thinks that recoil is how you react if youre afraid of guns. So there really isnt a lot to talk about with. . pain and horror. Changed, he returned and rebuilt.Children. Two, both dieing... drugs and an alcohol fuelled car crash. His Sylvana unable to accept and blaming him had fought and lost to passon five bitter years later. Fifteen years of guilt and anguish eating athis soul. Until the clench of pain had caused him to fold in half andturn white as a dead fish as the stab hit his gut. Tests, indignity uponindignity. Then a verdict. Passionless and direct. Cancer. Inoperable.Options... all. The look on both women's faces told me they didn't have a clue how the jumpsuit could possibly effect the position of the straps, but rather than argue with me, they quickly followed my example and pulled down their jumpsuits.I grinned to myself as I sneakily looked up and saw four magnificent breasts pop free from their confinement and four berry-sized nipples instantly turn hard in the cool air.We worked diligently on the shirts, me spending more time than I should gazing at their breasts.