There were also several roadside flares with a self striking cap. I put two of these in my back pocket and closed the trunk. I then opened the ammo bo...x and stuffed half-a-dozen shells in my front pockets.I moved forward slowly, keeping as low as I could. The shotgun gave me a measure of self-confidence. I knew from my Navy survival training that some confidence is good but overconfidence could be deadly. Of course, if I had taken what I had learned from that course to heart I would have been. I missed it here, though” As they talked, Richie put his arm over Angel’s shoulder affectionately. His fingers dangled dangerously over her left nipple. I was surprised when Angel responded by reaching over and casually taking his cock in her hand and gently squeezing it. They talked cordially, oblivious to the fact that we were all naked and she was basically giving him a hand-job in front of us. They talked blithely, as if we had just run into each other at Macy’s, catching up on each other’s. Then I felt the warmth of his mouth as he took my cock slowly in, I relaxed and wwas enjoying it when I felt something touch my nose, the smell gave it away it was a popper,I inhaled deeply several times, and the rush filled my head as feelings became hightn’d. It felt so good I just stood there being washed as my cock was sucked,then hands were cupping my tight ass and softly squeezing as he rubbed my cheeks and ran his hands down between them touching my balls and back up my back,it felt. I had the information I'd asked for, and now I didn't know what I wanted to do with it. Had Sam and I become an item, I intended to do something, but now . . .? **** It was two weeks later that I had a visitor. "Hi Bruce," said Samantha. "Kind of a long time no see." I was speechless for what seemed forever, but it was likely something more like thirty seconds. "Well, hi to you too," I said. "You look very nice tonight." "Thank you. Miss you over at Marge's studio," she said. "Nice of you.