She handed both garments over at Mr. David's out stretched hand. He threw them onto his desk, far out of her range. She stood before him in a lacy whi...e bra and a barely-there thong with her arms crossed in an attempt to cover her breasts. "Now come closer. Let me look at you." She stumbled forward, standing between his spread thighs. He pulled her arms away from her chest, running his fingers over the curves of her breasts and down her flat stomach before turning her around, grabbing a handful. I went home showered and cleaned myself out real good then went to a cruising spot that was near a park.I parked and sat checking out who all was going by and about 15 minutes of sitting there this guy comes up to my window and started chatting with me then he pulls his cock out and ask if I wanted to suck his cock as he was stroking it. He was about my height and pretty in shape from what I could tell with the clothes he was wearing and guessing late 20's. As we're chatting I was staring at. He felt a sting in his leg, but ignored it while dealing with the woman. He examined her and saw she had been shot in the abdomen. She had lost consciousness. The only thing that would save her was pressure on the wound until an ambulance arrived. He pulled off her shirt and used it to press down on the wound. Although it might have embarrassed her in other circumstances, she wasn’t in shape to notice. John noted to himself that it was good that she had been wearing a bra.He looked out around. "Placing a knee on each side of your hips. Slowly, I unfasten the buttons of my blouse. Which you pull from my skirt you reach under the flimsy material, cupping my breasts, and strumming the hard points through my lacy bra. I slide my hands over your chest, enjoying the feel of hard muscles and warm skin. Slowly gliding my hands lower over ribs and lower to rippling abs.You still my hands, pulling them behind my back and crossing my wrists. I know without being told to keep my hands where you.