Its just whenever I look at you, I feel like I’m dreaming and I can’t look away because every instant I waste not staring is one moment closer to ...he end of the dream, and you vanishing—- what are you laughing at?! I’m serious!’ ‘I know…’ covering her mouth with a small tender looking hand. ‘That’s what’s so funny.’ the giggles escaped again, twittering out past her fingers. ‘I’m just trying to say you’re beautiful and I don’t’ deserve you. Can’t a boyfriend woo his sweetheart?’ ‘Oh sure he. He lusted her too much. She was older than his father by two years, but at forty she still looked incredibly hot. Most of the time, that is. When she bothered to try, when she dressed for work in her pantyhose and skirt with her heels and makeup, or when she dolled up to go out on Saturday night with her short skirt and what had to be stockings instead of pantyhose, with her large breasts pushed up and half revealed to maximum effect. She was hot. Slightly plump, her hair cut very short in what. At one point she broke the silence and asked me... "what are you thinking about?" and with every ounce of courage I had in my body I told her... "fucking you",She stood up and asked... "so what is stopping you?" and she stripped off her bikini in a matter of 2 seconds and was standing by my end of the couch with hard nipples "C" cup tits and a completely bald pussy. She reached out for my hand and stood me up. She pulled at my shorst and before I knew it I was butt ass naked in front of my. They’d be lucky if she didn’t rape his wife.Cal raised his pistol intending to shoot her. The woman grabbed the pistol from his hand before he even had a chance to blink. With a casual move, Betsy removed the clip from the pistol and ejected the round that was in the chamber. It took her two seconds to disassemble the pistol. She tossed the pieces around the front yard as if she was tossing bread to a bunch of ducks by a pond.“You won’t need that,” Betsy said.“Who are you?”“I’m Betsy.”“Get out.