Like the spandex layer beneath it, the rubber hood had tiny little holes for her to breath through. Its only other feature was the large hole exposing...her mouth, forcing it wide open. For all intents and purposes, she could now be seen as an orifice and nothing more; an open mouth waiting to be used. But she was so much more, he realised. The spandex catsuit hugged her perfect body tightly, showing off her firm breasts and slim waist. Teasing him. Inviting him.She raised her arms at her sides. Being in your mid thirties and recently divorced after a decade long marriage, this is your first date in years. It feels strange getting back into the game after such a long time, and though wiser and more mature, you find yourself still fretting about the same silly things you did back in high school. Lightly brushing on a little Ben Nye foundation you try to make your nose look smaller, even though no one has ever noticed what you think is a glaring defect.After finishing your face you drop. ” The moment was gone again, but not my desires. The water was getting cold, so I turned it off and climbed out. I wrapped a towel around me and stalked downstairs. The pizza was on the kitchen table, and my brother was getting plates out, but I took one from him, glaring, grabbed a few slices and marched back upstairs. Greg called something after me, but I ignored him, closing the door loudly. I was so mad, not at him really, except that he kept interrupting me. I just wanted to cum so bad. At. He laid the carbine, 3 magazines, and ammunition on his bed, and then he opened the box of ammo and loaded the 3 carbine magazines. Once they were all filled up, he inserted two of them into the magazine pouch on the buttstock.Then he slipped the remaining magazine into the rifles magazine well ran the charging handle and attached the carbine to the wheelchair seatbelt using the carbines sling.But he made sure to leave the cross bolt safety on.Once the carbine business was taken care of he went.