She throws her arms back around me, and pulls herself to me, our bare skin touching, her bra being the only area where it isn’t skin on skin. As she... lets me go in one swift, impressive move she disposes of the bra and looks up at me. Her body is a masterpiece. Her boobs are perfect. The desire in her eyes is unmistakable. Our eyes lock. Something unspoken but deep hangs in the air. A wolffish grin crosses my face as I swoop in to fulfill the desire. With both hands I grab her incredible boobs. " I've got it," Christi snapped her fingers, "you guys wait right here." She quickly ran upstairs.A moment later Kathy and Mommy walked calmly out the front door wrappedfrom the waist down in carefully folded sheets from the linen closet. When they reached the corner they handed their wraps to Christi and stood revealed in all their leggy glory.A boy rode by on his bicycle. His mouth dropped when he saw the naked women. "Where's your socks?" he yelled as he skidded to a stop and stared at the. The revelation caused her to splutter her loadback over Mr Tarasov's crotch, a move which did not best please theairline mogul. Suddenly enraged, he reached out and hauled her to her feetwith a shriek by grabbing her blonde hair with his powerful claw."What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch?," spat Tarasov at thetrembling stewardess, his angered face now as red as his vodka-tintednose. Frightened for her life, Skye could give no answer more intelligiblethan a series of stuttered. 45 revolver like mine. He planned to keep his .45 Colt on his right thigh as a decoy and a spare pistol if he needed one. Since most people kept their pistol on the right thigh, he figured that he would have an edge if his opponent was looking for motion toward the wrong pistol.Both pistols could use the same ammunition, so Bob didn't have to worry about carrying two types of ammunition for his two pistols. The final question was what Bob was going to do for a rifle. He was going to have.