Just 'What happened.' Not like before, when it was 'Who taught you to shoot?' Dan, I still think about that guy ... I shot 'im."I had held Cindy more ...than once since the incident, once or twice feeling her gently sobbing, a couple of times just 'Hold me, Dan', and I suppose that 'post-traumatic stress' wasn't just something from the combat zone. If that's what it was. I guess if it had been worse, I'd have sought professional help, but she did seem to be handling things in typical Cindy. “Dammit,” he mumbles, wanting to jump in and join his mysterious lover before she got out. He looks down to see his cock already sprung up, ready for action and shakes his head. He hasn’t been this excited or ready to go in a very long time. “Well, I guess I’m going to be late this morning.”But before he can push off the bed the door to the bathroom opens. The look of shock on his face cannot even begin to describe what he feels in that moment.“What? Do I have something on my face?” Janelle. Then she took my hand and put it on her breast and made me squeeze it. I felt uneasy doing that, but she wanted me to. She did the same with my other hand. After a few squeezes, I moved my hands down to our sides. Laura laid her head on my shoulder. I could smell her intoxicating perfume. It was giving me dirty thoughts and an erection which I couldn’t hide for too much longer. Several minutes later, I felt her hands slowly moving. I heard soft moans coming from her beautiful pouty red. . you’s two are providing the entertainment” laughs one... “just ask the barman to put it on our tab, he also knows what we’re drinking”.I'm greeted with a few wolf whistles and jeers as I enter the pub and approach the bar. Even though it's only 12 noon the barman doesn’t bat an eyelid, perhaps the place is a regular c/d hangout or perhaps he’s just being professional.I head for the door with a tray of drinks when someone shouts over asking if the pub has started waitress service.“Be right.