How can you beat it, I hang out with my fireman buddies and we have a ball. Firefighters become very close; we live together, eat together and hang to...gether. So of course I share my sexual conquests with them, but to a somewhat lesser degree from my high school days.For the first few years in the Fire Department, I hung out with my fireman buddies in the single bars of the greater Philadelphia area. Every summer we'd rent a New Jersey shore house for the season and every winter a place in the. Nervously, Ami sipped her champagne and wondered why Dave wasn’t saying anything. Ami flinched slightly when she felt a rough, calloused hand on her exposed knee. This didn’t feel like Dave’s hand. It felt larger than Dave’s. The hand rubbed the inside of her knee and continued up towards her thigh. She didn’t know what to do. Certainly Dave wouldn’t allow someone else to caress her? Would he? Ami felt herself becoming wet and responding to the touch. Her knees involuntarily opened for the. Take a breath, hold back and don’t cum.”I stopped and closed my eyes concentrating hard on evening out my breathing and maintaining control. “Got control?” He asked.I nodded, “yes, Sir, under control.”“Good girl.” He started with a softer voice, the harshness disappearing. “Now, begin again, but this time pick up your bullet and turn it on low, place it against your clit and slide two fingers inside that wet cunt nice and deep.”The hum of the bullet cut into the silence of the room, my fingers. She was about five feet six, with a very curvy figure, full, rounded, and nicely-sized breasts, that were not too big, not too small, but just right, and a pretty face, that was full of life. She had hazel eyes, and her wavy hair was a light brown colour, a little lighter than I remembered, growing half way down her back, and her five years in the Queensland sun had given her a soft, even suntan. I had expected her to look like a younger version of my mother, but she actually looked like a very.