He entered the open door and stopped short. Judith was hugging a tall man, younger than her and smiling like she was in love. Damn, damn, damn. Harold... turned to leave quietly and ran into the door. He tumbled to the floor, embarrassed to such an clod and even worse to catch Judith with a lover. He wanted to die. Judith was helping him up and talking at the same time but his ears were ringing and he did not hear her. Why didn’t the floor open up and swallow him? Why couldn’t he just die? . It is a very short flimsy skirt that ballet dancers wear with their leotards and tights. It just wraps around your waist and is secured with a tie. I love wearing this because it s barely long enough to cover my pantyhose pussy… and from the back it exposes just a bit of my nylon-clad cheeks. I wore my favorite strappy black sandals with 5-inch stiletto heels.
I topped all that off with a tight white nearly sheer cotton and lycra crop top that hugged my titties. The top was very short, it. Neither was going anywhere. I picked up a handgun and shotgun and threw them out through the open window.As we went back into the hallway, one of our men was being treated for an arm wound, and another for a wound to the thigh. Once they were wrapped, it left four us to go down the stairs. We could hear a commotion down there, and some shouted directions. As I peeked over the banister, someone from below began firing an AK on full auto. Thank goodness for inexperienced shooters. All the rounds. You make everything groovy.”I reached over and stroked her chin as I mouthed the words. Again, she giggled softly.After exiting Route 33, when we were well into New Jersey, we stopped at a soda fountain and shared a root beer float. I went over to the jukebox and put on ‘Wild Thing.’ As the song started to play, I got behind Debbie and started to run my fingers through her long, blonde hair.“Wild Thing, I think I love you. But I want to know for sure.”As the song played I reached forward.