Now Deb was pretty girl, not by any means the prettiest of Nic's group but she was attractive with shoulder length dark hair, a little on the heavy s...ide but it suited her. She was questioning me as to whether I found her attractive. Of course I played it up telling her she was probably the prettiest of all of Nic's circle and how the guys must be flocking around her at school. After a few minutes of throwing a few complements at her, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it under her shirt. ”I thought back to my Fort Laramie days, “An old master sergeant, a dab hand with a pistol, told me to hold it like a bird. Too tight and I’d squeeze it to death. Too loose and it would fly away.”Autry was listening intently. I’d never seen him fire a gun. And that was the best kind of lawman, in my opinion. On the other hand, anyone who carries a weapon would want to know the best way, the most efficient way, to protect himself.I said, “With my scattergun, it was just the opposite. The first. “Excellent Frank, now hold it there while I check your hamstrings” and out of the corner of my eye I saw her coming up close behind me on her knees and then her soft hands running up the back of my thighs and as they got nearer the top they moved inside and then while I held the position I could feel her warm hands pressing against my balls, “That’s so good Frank, hold it there for a bit longer” she said softly and now I could feel her fingers rubbing my nuts and my cock was starting to. He was 30; he had all his hair, and was lean with a runner's body. He thought of himself as plain looking. He wasn't Jude Law, or Tom Cruise, but he wasn't Homer Simpson either. He was polite and a relatively nice guy. He didn't club puppies or anything like that. The few that knew him well even thought he was a pretty funny guy. The few that knew him well were the friends that he had for as long as he could remember. They didn't change; they were the few constants that he could count on. They.