Ashlynn gave the side of my dick a kiss, but I stood her up, then knelt. Her legs slipped apart, and I slipped my index finger up her already slick v...gina, at the opening in the body-stocking. My bought pussy accepted my fingers with ease, and she moaned in response. I began to pump my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. There was an opening in the mesh that perfectly framed her areola and nipples, and I began to suckle one of those as well.I pulled my finger out and stood up. It may be a. . the . . . whatever. The deadly weapon was racked next to a Thompson, minus its drum magazine, but he had sticks for it. Knowing that handling firearms was serious business, Patrick took a deep breath and incanted, ‘I am as sober as a (giggle) . . . I’m as sober as a, a, a . . . sober guy’, and satisfied with this concession to responsible citizenship, managed to unrack the weapon, heft it into his right hand and half pump with the left to check the chamber. No shells. He put the weapon down. Remember, low and gentle, don't prick the skins, and they'll be lovely and juicy."We thanked him; Sheila reminded him that they needed to settle her account the next Saturday before she went away for the holidays, and he wished us all a good summer.We bumped into Catriona Baxter outside the butcher's."Alastair has just gone off to collect Hamish's things from Reading; he'll be back this afternoon. Why don't you all come round for a cup of tea at about five? He said that he hoped to see you. His pants came down, revealing his small, but fully erect cock nestled in a mass of dark hair and partially hidden by a roll of fat hanging from his stomach. Arilee's stomach churned again, but she was helpless to move a muscle. The unnatural arousal she had felt a moment before vanished, however."Tell me you want it," he commanded."I want..." she paused, the words leaving a bad taste in her mouth. The stench of sweat and beer assaulted her again, and her lip twitched slightly toward a.