But Maria knew that Stella was not going to be using this brush on her hair, but rather on her bottom. Instinctively, she moved her hands back to cove...r her still throbbing butt cheeks. “Natalie, you’ll be glad this one is being passed on now to Maria. I understand Carlo has been making good use of it, especially since Anthony got engaged and he knew he’d be handing it over soon!” mused Stella to one of her sisters-in-law. Natalie was the wife of Anthony’s brother, Carlo. They had been married. That moment of hesitation was his undoing. The riff-raff that was lining the streets took it as a sign of cowardice and they started mocking the man. The mocking grew quickly and the man's face became red with embarrassment. Frustrated he did what he shouldn't have done. He lost control.Angrily he turned on the mob and told them to disperse or he would deal with them as well. The response was the throwing of trash and detritus at the man and his patrol. Something wet and slimy hit the man in. I was also enjoying it..everything was going on as if nothing special is happening on and we are just performing various tests to decide something and no one is even thinking about sex, as if it was more or less like a home tuition test then I came over her and placed my lips over her pussyAnd left out a sexy moan and tried to close her legs but I held them and pushed them outwards, which resulted in her thighs gripping my face and squeeze in her pussy lips, this pushed a droplet of her nectar. She smiles and states, "Yes, Carlos Hathcock, aka 'White Feather' was the father of modern snipers for America."I ask her, "Are you going to select a more powerful rifle?"Ira responds, "While I am tempted to drive of test many of the weapons, I will instead begin to carry my usual weapon which is in stored in my domicile."I remember back to the spy school and confirm, "Ah a PSG-1. Too bad it's not as accurate as my M-25."Her eyes gleam as she challenges, "I would treasure the chance to make you.