He is straightened and risen before me, wholly and every inch starkers and buck naked and without a slight stitch on. He has slumped and lobbed his cl...othes down to the floor, after I have worked out the same that is, and as he eyes and gazes direct at me, I feel the hots and salaciousness steel and gee up in my flesh and veins, enticing me to inspect in-depth his unclothed body, to leer and gawp and letch after his shapely and well-formed and curvaceous self. I am on the tenderhooks; I am in. Then she took the small revolver she carried around in her purse, swung the cylinder out to verify its loaded status, snapped it back into the gun, and then took careful aim.Her first shot hit the silhouette almost dead center, and he watched as she shot four more rounds into a tight cluster around the first one. He gauged the size of the group as she opened the cylinder again to dump out the empty cases, and he determined that he could have covered the holes in the paper with a silver. ” Zach said softly.My dad cut into the conversation, “Don’t lie. Tell him what happened.”“I had to drop my math course because I was failing too many quizzes.” Zach said.“Well, you need to get those grades up.” Grandpa said.“Yeah, I know. I hear it every day.” Zach said, getting up from the table. I watched as he walked to the long hallway and went into the bathroom which was the first door on the right. I felt bad for him. Not even on a holiday did the criticism against him cease. I walked to. He pulled my jeans down revealing my freshly shaven hole. He slapped my ass, and I whimpered like a bitch. He pressed a knuckle against my hole, and I felt it pop in slightly, my hole twitching in response. Then he licked a couple fingers and worked them in with ease. I back myself up against his fingers and felt them slide against my prostate. I felt my ass contract hard and my cock twitch. "Looks like I found your spot," he said as he pressed on my prostate lightly with his two fingers. The.