I started to perv the various profiles for possible cyber partners.Once I'd discounted the 'dodgy' ones (the 'known' fakes ) the airheads and dreamers... the semi-literates, and those with tastes I didn't share, it didn't leave too many. I was feeling a little disappointed and that itch between my thighs was beginning to scream in my head to be scratched; scratched big time.One hand had already found its way to my naked, glistening mound, gently teasing myself, my fingernail raking the swelling. Welty standing in the doorway."Your husband is going to be fine. I got the bullet out. Actually, he's a very lucky man. Another inch or two and the bullet would have cut through an artery. He probably would have bled to death before you could get him here." May I see him now?" Miranda asked anxiously."Of course," said the doctor, motioning her in. "He's still pretty groggy and he needs rest, but you can talk with him for a few minutes."Dr. Welty stayed outside as Miranda went to Tom's. ..again...watching her sexy ass flatten and ripple with each stroke. She had to catch herself on the ground with both of her hands and spread her legs even farther apart to keep her balance under my one eyed-snake's assault as the sinking sun shot its last piercing rays over the red-tinged choppy textured waves of the big lake and into her wide-open eyes. "Hee hee...hee...hee hee..." she giggled helplessly as the rampant ridiculousness of our public mating sank in...like my rutting. He began taking the register so I sat back waiting for my name to be called. About half way through there was a knock at the door and one of the Admin staff a tall thin woman with very short black hair walked in. She whispered something to Mr Griffiths who frowned then nodded."Dorothy Newman, Jane Collins, and Amanda Wilson, come with me please, the head needs to see you," the woman said in a neutral but authoritative voice.We grabbed our things and headed off after the woman."What's this.