Julie skipped back into the room, still naked. "All done!" she said, proudly. She ran to her dresser, got a clean pair of undies and put them on. "I w...nna be Julie-ina ballerina!" she stated as she ran over to her ballet outfit."I'm sorry, Julie, but your mother said I should pick out something nice for school."Forty minutes later they finally made it down stairs. Julie was wearing a simple corduroy plaid jumper and white cotton blouse."Hi sleepyhead" Tina called to her daughter as the two. It all happened so fast, but I was thoroughly turned on. We went back inside, and I couldn't keep my mind off of the little incident. The bartender kept grinning at me. At one point, he came over and asked me if I had enjoyed myself, and asked me if I would do it again for him sometime. I told him I probably would. He said next time, I needed to pee in my panties because that was an even bigger turn-on. I wasn't sure about that, but I told him I would think about it. I left the bar about 30. It was so hot and I was getting harder and harder with every minute. His wife was very attractive and was fun to dance with as well, but I think our main focus was on them. After we were all sweaty and had enough dancing, we left the dance floor and found a table to sit down and formally introduce ourselves. We found that we had allot in common and the innuendos were flying around like we had been friends for years. My wife kept stroking my thigh and my cock under the table and I kept squeezing. It was a tough situation. His intention was to get as many as possible and hope the rest of the crew would show up in time to help the girls.His hands shot down and came up blazing. He was putting lead into Miller and Tuleya as fast as he could thumb back the hammer. The button Emerson had focused on disappeared on Miller's shirt. Tuleya's shirt pocket turned crimson and both men staggered backward.As he was firing, Emerson saw the Mexican go down and realized Tom had done his job. A blow.