“Oh, you know ‘ow much I like to see you, luv…” remonstrated Reg, as he took off his boxer shorts.“Well, I don’t think I’m much to look ...t me,” pouted Pat.“Y’are to me,” said Reg firmly, putting his arms gently around his wife, feeling her breasts squash against his slightly saggy chest.“Well, you’re biased!” said Pat.“‘Course I am. And just as bloody well! Don’t you want an ‘usband who biased toward you? Or would you rather I be out ogling all t’ young tarts instead?!”“All right then, luv.. Almost clenched tight. They both knew what they wanted, and it was the same thing. He worked his hands on her sides and around her bellybutton on the outside of her shirt. He reached the end of her shirt, then made his way back up to her chest on the inside of it, feeling her soft skin. He ran his fingertips on the skin above her naval, and moved his hands around to her back, in hopes to get her bra off without much trouble. He started to pull her bra off out from under her shirt, and to his. The bed was cold. ‘Can we warm up?’ ‘You want some tea with brandy?’ ‘Later. I want you first.’ She put my hand in her crotch, which was soft and moist. Her hand found my erection and stroked me. ‘I haven’t done this in a while.’ ‘I will be especially rough on you. You said I was dangerous.’ ‘Shut up and get in me.’ Her cunt was special. Tight, slippery, squeezing me. I drove harder, getting coupled tight. She made a little groaning noise. I pulled back and thrust firmly. She humped up at me.. ?Really???Really,? she replied, still trying to sort out a solution.Vella tilted her head back and smiled. ?I’ve seen you work miracles. I have faith in you.?***?This thing is wicked!?Dania was cradling an automatic shotgun against her hip, studying the intricacies of the weapon Thomas had handed to her.?It was designed for riot control; to fire small bean bags and high-pressure gas canisters into a crowd of angry convicts. But, it can also fire live rounds for sporting purposes. You get.