Hmmm."She put her hand to her cheek, considering the pros and cons of theideal location while Burt did his best to keep silent, standingdutifully as s...e took her time, not wanting to be disrespectful byshowing what a strain it was.After a full five minutes had passed the Countess glanced at him. Hegave a polite smile that was more grimace under the terrible weight ofthe pot."I'll thank you to stand further away," snapped the Countess. "You smelldeplorable."Burt blushed and staggered back,. And a really good one. Amy managed to scoot her bottom even further over the edge of her bed. With every lick of Max's tongue, Amy's buttocks tightened, and her pussy rose. Now with almost every lick, Max's rough tongue was also licking her anus. What intense pleasure. What sensations. She could even feel the tickling from the fur of his jowls and ears rubbing against the blond fuzz on her soft inner thighs. The breath was coming loudly out of Amy's mouth now, as she panted. Time... nothing. Every sense was intoxicated with her presence. I drove quickly, weaving traffic when it wasn’t clear. I headed out to a spot I had noticed by the ocean, secluded, private. I led her down to the spot I had found and then turned to her and looked at her. Not saying anything, just letting my eyes explore her body. Memorizing her face, the soft brown hair down to her shoulder blades. The blonde highlights catching the evening sun. A loose short sleeved, silk blouse, stretched in all the right. That was usually only once per week, but we often spent a whole afternoon in practice. We had the full range of military-issue ammunition for the shotguns, but we mostly stuck with the standard #00 buckshot loads that civilians could buy off the shelf. The kind of work we expected to do did not require the usual military-issue stuff, so we did not practice nearly as much with it. At least, with the shotguns, there was no question that I was a better shot than Beth. I felt better about.