"Is that for me, too?" I asked hoping for the affirmative.She smiled, nodded, and winked at me. "Just to keep you in the mood," shesaid.Oh, I was in t...e mood. I was so in the mood I was ready to cum in my newpanties.And we rushed on. Next, on to the ladies shoe department where she bought mesome shoes befitting a teenage girl. Canvas shoes, a pair of dress pumps with3" heels, and a pair of flat dress shoes. I really like the heels because ofhow they make my legs look and the way they make me. I absolutely love her teasing. How long did she say she was in the bedroom masturbating without me? Twenty minutes. Was I supposed to hear her? Was I supposed to join her? Is that part of her game too? I don’t exactly know what she is up to, and I’m not entirely convinced she has an ultimate destination herself, but rather that she is probably just enjoying watching me. I don’t really care for her teasing. I absolutely love her teasing. That’s it, there is no way I’m not finding out how this. I looked down at the newspaper spread on my table and sipped at my coffee, hoping that she hadn't seen me staring. I glanced up, looking across the room so that I could see her out of the corner of my eye. Seeing that she was standing side on to me and looking the other way, I relaxed and looked at her more closely.Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle. I could make that out, but there was not enough light left for another shot.I lost sight of Sanchez, but I did shoot at another man standing there. This was a by guess and by gosh shot, and I was not surprised when this one seemed to miss. The light was just too poor for another shot from that position; besides, it was time for me to move anyway.I ran to another spot and looked around. I saw a group of four men, all with rifles, trying to look in every direction at once. This place seemed good.