Before I could get up to the door in walked Madelaine. Fuck me. She was in a white tee-shirt through which poked the hardest looking nipples, poking a...d swaying slightly, bellow this nothing – just long slender legs and a hint of arse cheek.‘Me and Hans were wondering if you could come upstairs and give some attention to us’ I almost choked as I spluttered ‘ yeh – absolutely ‘ she raised her eyebrows and turned on her heels and I followed – she was off up the stairs and reached back and flipped. ‘Do you think there are any good movies on tonight?’ he asked. He flopped onto the three-person couch in the middle of the multipurpose room. He heard Ann’s bedroom door open to his right. He watched Ann step out and make her way over to the couch. She was wearing plain gray sweatpants and her college-branded sweatshirt. ‘I don’t know. Let’s take a look,’ she replied. She flopped onto the couch at the opposite end, and picked-up the remote to turn on the TV. She stopped at an old black and. My fingers were covered with blood.Adrenaline flooded me once again. Afraid of what I'd see, I looked down at my chest, confirming the vague suspicion that had formed at the sight of the blood. There was a neat hole, smaller than the diameter of a dime, in my T-shirt. Blood was spreading slowly around this hole. I glanced up to see that my truck was still pointed down the Interstate and then looked down again, pulling the neck of my shirt away from my body. There was another hole in my chest,. I was so entranced by her body, her dark brown nipples standing erect on her small taut breasts, her caramel skin shinning with sweat, a thin strip of public hair almost like a exclamation point just above her pussy, that I didn't realize she was walking towards me until she was close enough that I could see how wet her thighs were with the juice from her pussy. I looked up into her eyes, confused, not realizing I had even looked away, but she just smiled softly down at me and stretched one of.