She kissed me and said, let’s get ready otherwise we will be late for shooting practice. I said, “I had enough of shooting.” Merling giggled,”...It is not juice shooting. I go for firing practice on Sunday.”I said, “OK you go ahead, I will go after you.” Merlin said,”Let’s get ready together. I hope you won’t mind the smell of my fart.” Merlin went to the loo but kept the door open. I followed her to the toilet. Merlin was already on the loo seat. She said, “you can pee here.” She parted her legs. It has become my therapy. Another fruit of my exercise program is that men and women as well, cannot keep their eyes off of me. I guess I am the woman ‘to die for’ and I love the attention I get. But, in spite of really appreciating the admiration of others, my history has led me to be extremely gun shy with people. I find it very hard to trust people anymore, I’ve been burnt way too much for an entire lifetime and, if statistics prove true, I’m not even halfway done yet. Over the course of. I sucked for about a good minute before I thought what I was doing. As I opened my eyes and started to pull away, he dropped his hand, with the beer can still in it, and held my head in place, from behind me I heard a voice say "...don't stop now..." Some one removed the can of beer from his hand and he cupped the back of my head and pulled me to his crotch as he fed me his throbbing member. I gagged as his dick head hit the back of my throat and I looked up at his face. There was an calm even. " Yeah? You want to see me dance? Strip?" Let me see you."I sit down on the sofa and she starts the show. She struts away from me, taking slow, sexy steps with her long and shapely legs, smoothing down her dress. I rub my hard-on over my pants. She turns around and shows me her ass, sticking out and shaking it, looking back over her shoulder and laughing. If I didn't know better, I could swear she was a bona fide woman - which makes this all the more hot and exciting.She faces me and bends over.