"Carly," Cat started to say in between breaths, "what are you doing to me?" She finished."Oh, I'm sorry... you seemed down, just like I was a few hour... ago, so I, urm, wanted to make you feel better." Cat chucked now as she looked at Carly intensely. Little Red's (as Andre called her) was now in the style of when they first met, adding to it some streaks or perspiration. "And I also think that since all my experiences with boys has been bad because I'm want to be with you," Carly said to her. "They're pretty deadly at 20 yards..." said Mark." * They're * a * bunch * of * idiots * " sang Kara softly, not even realizing she had replied in Hopewell. Kikapua grunted again in reply."Well, I guess they saved us a bullet at least. I make their distance to be 180 yards now. Want to target them?"Kara watched silently as the Paleo continued with their taunts for battle. "Without a lot of preparation, it would be a low percentage shot. The round leaves the barrel at 1800 fps, about Mach 1.7,. In the shadows, it was more difficult to make out her features, but we would not be able to be seen from the house. I reached down, and undid her shorts, which quickly fell to the ground, and as she leant back against the tree trunk, and spread her legs, I stroked her pussy through her panties, which were now very wet. I could feel the outline of her lips, all swollen and spread apart.“Inside my panties, touch me, rub my pussy,” she moaned.I pushed my hand inside the top of her panties, trying. They were a couple that fit that description perfectly with confidence and sensuality oozing from every pore in their bodies and more than just a little experience in manipulating and dominating submissive white boys. What they were doing in Montreal, in the Hotel Bonaventure for that matter, was beyond him. He glanced around nervously, afraid that people could read his mind, that they would know his dirty little secrets.“Hey,” he said nervously, “what are you guys doing here?” His discomfort.