"I know," came her whispered response. "Let's get this bra off of you, shall we?"Her hands withdrew from my breasts momentarily, leaving my prominent ...nipples rubbing against the fabric. Holly's hands traced over my back to the clasp. I felt the elastic relax when she undid the bra, and her hands nudged the straps over my shoulders.The bra fell to the floor, and a sudden rush of air hit my nipples. Holly reached around again and began pinching and playing with my pink nubs."Have you ever been. With my right hand I continued squeezing both breasts, first on top of her skimpy shirt, and then reaching inside so that the only barrier was a sheer bra that had no chance of concealing her excited nipples. ‘Oh, Doug,’ she moaned. ‘I’ve wanted you ever since I first met you.’ I didn’t respond verbally, but my animal instincts were taking over. I put both hands at the bottom of her shirt, grabbed it tightly, and then quickly ripped it apart, straight up the middle, and threw it to the floor in. "(I'm still wondering about the stockings, if that's what she's got on. And what else, now I'm on that level? Knickers? French knickers? Thong? Whoa; slow down, there. Easy, tiger.)"So, generally, no. I don't worry about fantasies. Desires, sure but not for long, as I just go out to get it. I like to live for the moment, really."(Yes. Nice answer. Very cool, lady. Frankly, I'm loving this particular "moment".)(Please let it be a thong. I so want it to be a thong. Oh God; what am I like? Now I'm. “Beauty not ... I do not understand.”Silently, Logan picked up the bullet that had taken Karen from them and showed it to her. This is on me. I failed her. Failed to keep her safe.The adrenalin began to wear off, leaving him shaky and weak. Every cut and wound began to pulse and scream across his battered body. Blood still spattered on the ground from his many wounds. He did not remember falling.Logan woke to pain from countless wounds. His eyes were slow to focus as he opened them to look down.