So now I was behind Margie, between her and the wall. Fortunately, Margie was tall, so that even though she was lying on her side, she was tall enough...to offer protection from being seen if I was sitting Indian style behind her.Now that I was behind Margie, who had just made me the hardest that I’d ever been, I wanted more, but didn’t know how, or exactly what. Margie's legs were slightly bent at the knee so that from behind I could see her long, wide, soft soles. In the meantime, I pretended. You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together with tape and prayers by this point, but it does the job as you point it at the creature’s head and. My car went on the fritz. Not concerned about a ride, as the weather was nice, I just enjoyed the fresh air and the exercise. I then heard a car pull up and it was a new SUV with a very attractive woman in her late forty's, early fifty's, Much along the lines of Raquel Welch or Angie Dickinson. She offered me a ride, I climbed in. My shirt was unbuttoned, from the heat of the hot sun, my chest was moist and glistening with the beads of sweat. I guess something in scent of my pheromones set. Other than Zack, Kyle and Kieron were my closest friends. They were two of the most beautiful boys I'd had the pleasure of meeting, not that I thought about them in that way!"Are you alright, dude? You sound kinda outta breath." Kyle sounded genuinely concerned."You been spankin' the monkey?" Kieron sniggered."Don't be dumb, Ki! I'm fine." I replied, a little harsher than I meant to."Alright, no worries," was Kyle's calm response. "You wanna hook up later?" He asked."Nah, can't today-" Oh,.