Everyone had always called me Deadshot, cause I'm a dead shot with guns. I hated when she called me that. It made me feel distant from her. I just sho...ok my head. "C'mon, tell me. . . . .please?" She batted her eyelashes playfully.My stomache turned at the sight. I hated that too. She had no idea what I felt for her. "Save it." I snapped, getting up. I carried my gun inside and she followed. I could almost feel her indignation. Inside the air-conditioned darkness, I stowed my gun and walked. We undressed one another and sank into bed. Laura kept the conversation moving, talking about everything from her new job to who we were inviting for Thanksgiving dinner to what would have happened if... "Did you ever think what would have happened if we had never met?" Laura said, cautiously containing the exhilaration she must have been feeling by the way she was twisting one of my nipples."Sure," I answered, wanting to humor her. "If we hadn't met, I would probably be a vagrant looking for. He sat momentarily to judge my reaction, of which there was non, as yet I was still unaware of his presence, so when he put his hand on my inner thigh, inches from my sensitive flesh, there was no reaction, and resumed wanking himself, and touching my exposed Labia.He was in a conundrum now, he was on the edge of cumming but now he was touching me where moments earlier he could only dream about, he was playing with my pussy and I was letting him, this was something he wanted to enjoy doing,. Her first University class would be next week. She was starting with the Summer Quarter and she figured this was her last ‘sleep in’ until that was over. She was hoping to be far enough along in her studies to go for her Master’s Degree in three years. Duncan thought it very daunting, considering she hadn’t yet attended her first lecture. When Gerry pulled himself out of bed he was obviously hurting. He knew Duncan was due in last night and wanted to thank him for his kindness and didn’t allow.