She stuffed the kit into the pocket of her flannel pants. "Don't knock the P-22," she replied. "I can put the whole magazine through a hole the size o... a quarter before you even get one round out of that Glock," she retorted as she checked out Finn. The muscles on his shoulders and torso pressed against his T-shirt. The gun under his shoulder gave him a look that was equal parts dangerous and sexy."Yeah, but that .22 will just bounce off a guy like a BB," Finn responded with a smile as he. I didn’t want him to be proud and satisfied with that accomplishment. I walked over to Sandy, trying to look casual. ‘Is he coming?’ I’m sure I was starting to betray some doubt and fear. ‘Of course, he’s coming,’ she said. ‘Either way he’ll be here. Jeff just doesn’t have it in him to not show up.’ ‘What do you mean either way?’ ‘I don’t know anything. I’m just saying Jeff will be here.’ I sighed and looked at my watch. It was 4:36. I was sure my father had left at least ten minutes ago.. My hair was then dried and sprayedwith hairspray giving me a very full head of small curls!My wife sent her friends out of the room so I could get dressed, (I wastold they would return if I gave her any problems!) at this point my wifebrought out the first part of my costume for the day a white satin andlace waist length corset with fake breasts in the cups! she had me put myarms though the shoulder straps and pulled it onto my torso fastens it upthe back and pulls it tight, beside the. I kissed him hard and he reached round and grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against him. Our cocks rubbed together through his pants and my briefs. I moved my hips up and down, rubbing my crotch againsthis, then I started to rock slowly and rhythmically on top of him, pushing against him, humping him through his uniform, He slipped his hand inside the back of my underpants and ran his hand over mybare ass, exploring my ass cheeks and my ass crack inside my underwear. We were both moaning and.