"Yeah. I love it," she said bending over further to push her butt into my crotch. Shifting her weight from one red high heel to the other made her che...ks brush back and forth on my hardening cock."How much do you love it?" Mmm, this much," she said. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, she pulled it up over her rounded bottom and gathered it around her waist."This is why I love looking at houses with you," I said unzipping my fly. As hard as she had already made me it took a second to pull myself. "He's got a low powered 'swarmer' missile that he fires of in groups of thirty to fifty, a more powerful missile he calls a 'streaker' that can easily blow a car to bits. His most powerful missile is the 'Boomer', as he calls it. This one can take out houses and small buildings." Should I be worried about any of them?" I asked. I was flying at top speed, with Wing shadowing me at the edge of the atmosphere, and about ready to drop down into the Kansas City area from my cruising altitude."Even. Shannon reached for a glass, but before she could touch it, Mike grabbed her hand.“Uh, uh, baby,” he grinned, “this champagne isn’t for drinking. Label says it’s only to be served while eating.” With that, Mike grabbed the bottle in one hand and took Shannon in his other arm. Laying her down gently on the floor, Mike stood up and began tipping the ice cold champagne until it spilled over the lip, cascading toward the floor, directly on to Shannon’s firm, erect nipples. Shannon squealed as the. . Seriously? Jealous bitches... Even after they would explain how we knew each other, they still didn't buy it. It was the same way for the guys I had classes with. I could spark conversation with a dude easier than with a girl cause I knew a guy would not be reading me to filth because of how I was dressed. (I never dressed for any person at school, I dressed to go to classes and go home)The guys in my classes didn't care I asked for answers and so on and we exchanged advice on difficult.