‘Barbara, love. You’re making it very difficult for me to keep my mind on the road. Would you please stop that while I’m driving?’ ‘You’re...going to have to cuff me, Detective, if you want to keep my hands off of you!’ she purred at him. You’re asking for it, you exotic little seductress! I can hardly keep my hands off you, too… I’ve never had sex in a car…that’s why I’m trying to seduce you… Barbara ran her right hand up the inside of Jon’s left thigh and cupped his crotch. His thick cock was. A left rocked his head. He tried to recover, to defend himself. But a right hammered him just below the heart. He grunted, doubled over, and stumbled backward before sinking to his knees. With hands propped on thighs, Wheeler Sims knelt, gasping for breath and stared at the ground. A string of bloody drool trailed from his swollen lips to the oil-stained gravel between his knees. Clay rubbed his throbbing ear, touched his busted lip, and then studied his cut, aching knuckles. Finished with his. "What's that?" came the slightly muffled voice of Annette."Um, I'm really sorry" I apologised "I'm not used to being this close to a woman. I've got a hard on".There was nothing but silence, I was thinking she was going to go mental and kick me out. I felt her move and next thing her hand reached behind and brushed against my cock. It twitched involuntarily at the touch and poked harder in to her bum. I could hear her breathing get deeper and her hand found my cock again but this time she. Well, that was it. We lost the gun emplacement in a massive explosion as both the missile and the stowed explosive bullets went off. Unfortunately, neither of the gun crew members were able to escape. We would mourn them, but only after the battle was over.I wondered what the attackers had in mind because they pumped more missiles and explosive bullets into the pillbox long after it was reduced to dust. Maybe it was simply frustration, but we would never know. We decided to let them think that.