Miss Johnson ran her fingers up Gemma's leg and when she got to her knickers edged inside and towards her pussy. Again before touching Gemma’s wet p...ussy she asked kindly, "Miss?" Gemma's voice was already husky when she replied, "Of course, Johnson." Miss Johnson eagerly ran her fingers up and down Gemma's wet pussy lips listening to her gasps getting deeper and deeper. She could tell when Gemma was getting close to an orgasm and edged her fingers inside her vagina and found her stiffened clit.. I have found that men do enjoy fucking a creamy lipsticked mouth as well as kissing one. As I looked out the window I saw the crew had shown up & they were talking with Doug. They were all smiles as he spoke. I guess he was telling them I was their special treat. The crew got to work but two of them came in the house and up the stairs directly into the master bedroom. I could tell from the look on their faces that I was about to get used. The first one came up to me, took me in his arms and. “I beat you by one point, which is really to your credit because I shoot every weekend and you shoot maybe once every six weeks.”“Thanks.”We packed up our eye and ear protection, then left the range. Eve put her .357 into a locker, and we left the store. Once we were at my car, I reloaded my 9mm with proper ammunition, then we got into my car to head to McKenzie’s apartment.“Anything new on Monday?” she asked.“No. They’re compartmentalizing things, which, if you think about it, makes sense.”“Do. Settle down, it’s a long story. They told me what they knew at the hospital, Newcastle-upon-Tyne General. They were very patient, telling me the story over and over again, and over and over again I forgot it. Gradually it stuck. I had been rushed into hospital on the twenty fourth of August 2001. Someone had phoned the ambulance, which saved my life. I was in a very bad way: I had been badly beaten, ending up on a patch of waste ground. Badly? My face had been thoroughly mashed and probably.