This meant that he was going to have to walk the half-mile back to hisdorm unit in disguise.Derek had rationalized it by taking the approach that he c...uld look asridiculous as he thought he did and not worry. As long as no one couldidentify him as Derek Richards, football star, he was going to be okay.If people thought it was just some poor frat pledge or whatever, great.As long as he didn't look like himself, everything was going to befine.Using this logic, he had let his girlfriend pluck his. She grabbed both my tits in her hands, massaging them gently then flicking her tongue over each nipple as she kissed her way down my body. She brought her face between my legs, kissing along my inner thigh, edging closer and closer to my pussy. She used two fingers to separate my lips, then ran her tongue along the entirety of it. She started at my clit, circling her tongue around the small bump and flicking her tongue over it every so often, sending sparks up my spine. Slowly, she moved her. I didn’t really want to kill him until I had some answers, and I was happy that I had the laser designator installed on the shotgun. I was confident of hitting what I was aiming at up to 100 yards away, and this was well within that range. I should point out that with busted legs, he might as well be dead in this era, but he would be able to talk easier than he would with a load of buck and ball in his gizzard.I fired as soon as the red dot showed up on his knees, and my shooting was up to my. This particular evening she was in leggings with a large baggy blouse that ended just above her knees, a belt round her plump stomach and the top buttons undone to reveal her cleavage. I had been eyeing her up and I think she noticed so, when it was closing time, I offered her a ride home.We pulled up outside her front door. “Fancy coming in for a coffee”? She asked.How could I resist so we went inside her house. It was one of those small town, terraced types where the front door led.