Inside, the store was immaculate, a far cry from the dilapidated exterior. It was well lit, well organized, and looked like a candy story for gun nuts... The walls were covered in racks holding long guns, and the entire perimeter of the store was lined with locked cases containing handguns, with a few tasers, tear gas pistols, and a nice knife display thrown in for flavor.Behind the counter on the back wall, an older man dressed in bib overalls, a walrus mustache threatening to hide the entire. Her devotion to her absent boyfriend only made her more desirable to him. If he could break her of that, and have her fixate that level of emotion on him (if only for as long as he needed to possess her delectable body), the creativity and passion she would give her bed partner would no doubt be incredible.His first order of business had been to learn as much as he could about her. He looked her up in the middle school yearbook to learn what clubs and activities she liked to be involved in,. ..pushing into James body from behind.James suddenly realised it was Christmas day and fuck Christmas was awesome in the moment. His boner was so hard. It was stiff and inflexible with total excitement. He was boning his stepsister with his girlfriend’s approval. James was pumping with conviction, force and full deep cock power. God did Virginia have a sweet cunny. He would have pumped till Christmas lunch or the inevitable jizz explosion that would have arrived sooner...but he wasn’t going to. She believed me that time and I swore to my self after she left that I would never wear them again when she was home.The next few day at school I really watched how the girls acted and the way they dressed. What really interested me was that the older girls wore make-up. And I really wanted to wear it too. And I wanted to act like a girl and I even remember wanting to be a cheerleader and wear there uniforms with the green and white skirt and the low cot top and the cute saddle shoes. that year.