I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a...weird dream you are having, ' I told myself as my hand reached for the door handle.I peeped around the crack I had made in the door. Again, there were the five girls, each a different flavour. Still, each held out a six pack of beer. I felt my will crumbling. Then I heard it - the crinkling sound of cellophane packaging, as each moved her left. And Erin was cute. From her green/blue eyes to her button nose and high cheek bones, down to her feet. She was, as I already said, simply adorable. “Not like the slut James has been fucking. Not like that whore Giselle.” “No, Erin, you’re not like Giselle. She’s the class whore. She has a body that was purchased by her dad and was built to attract jackasses like James. You, my baby sister, are cute. A natural pretty, not the fake, silicone Playboy centerfold pretty.” “Gee, thanks, that makes me. She said ok but I just got out of the shower. I joked and said man if only I would have been here 20 minutes earlier. She said boy I'm too old for you. Then I said honey I'm now 46, there ain't a women alive that's to old for me .She laughed. Ok I'll let you in. When she opened the door she had this light night gown on and I could see her nipples through the material and gave her a nice longer than normal hug. She didn't let go so neither did I. We, hugged for about 20 seconds and she slowly. He snapped the barrel shut as Dan approached."You look like you fully intend on using that tonight. Got some pent up aggression you need to get rid of?"Carl caressed the barrel "I was about to watch the match before this kicked off. I hope it's not a bloody false alarm. I hope one of those little shits is out there, I want to rearrange his face." They were not allowed to target above chest height, but they had gotten around that legal obligation by firing at the ground just in front of the.