I knew everyone in the restaurant was in deep shit. I shoved and pulled the girls over to the cover of a serving station that was next to our table. T...his would hide them from view. I had to think a moment. It didn't take very long. I pulled the Glock 27.40 cal from the waistband invisible holster I kept it in the small of my back. I do have a permit and I don't care what their damn signs say. I had a friend at the Luby's in Killeen in 1991 when that guy went on a rampage. She left her handgun. When it did arrive, it was cagey, to say the least; suggesting a pub meeting one night with both of them attending, with information as to where to sit and more or less, what to wear.The reply was all above board, but they both wondered whether it would be worth their while. In the end, they turned up and followed the instructions to the letter; intrigue had got the better of them and the advert suggested it would be a lot of fun.Having spent two hours at the pub, four gin and tonics for. I'd managed to line myself up near perfectly, as there was just a slight bit of resistance at first, and then I felt her hymen give way and the first few of inches of my cock slid home into the vice that was her pussy.She gave a sharp intake a breath, followed by a slight pause while I gently sucked on her earlobe and lightly caressed her ass. I leaned back just as a small, 'Ow, ' escaped Emily's lips and a single tear ran down her cheek."You feel amazing," I soothed. I was impressed that. It was time to head out.My Blackberry had started to buzz. Seems like I was not the only girl losing her shit over the party. What to wear? How to do the hair? What shoes? Which car to drive? The BBM group was going crazy. I finally made to the parlor for my 10 AM appointment.Ah such joy. So relaxing to get a nice head massage, getting your hair shampooed, conditioned, straightened and sculpted to perfection. I drove back home and cracked open a bottle of 2005 Australian Shiraz. Yes I know it.