I wanted him here with me, doing the things he was telling me. I moved my panties to one side and slowly stroked my fingers over my swollen cunt; it s...ent a shiver down my spine. All I could do was give in and let my fingers explore while I listened to him tell me how he was going to lick my wet pussy until I couldn't take it anymore. As he continued to tell me how he was going to fuck me I shoved two fingers inside my waiting pussy and I let out a loud moan. He began to tell me how hard this. "You know how people who are not used to firing automatic weapons are about ammunition," he answered.I handed him another case of 9mm ammo and thought 'If this business wasn't so profitable, no one could afford to do it'.My dad, Wilbur Adams, was a class 3 firearms dealer who did business with police agencies throughout the country. He specialized in suppressed submachine guns and pistols. He also produced a select fire part for Glock pistols.We were going to a small town in eastern Oklahoma.. Still, even I feel like I need to loosen up some. We can go together, but I’ll leave when I want. You can play with your girls and I’ll have a few drinks.”“Deal!” Wes said with a grin. “But you at least have to meet these girls. Frankie, Terry’s friend, is interested in this one guy. But he’s married and his wife will be there.”“Oh, so I’m supposed to pose as this Frankie’s date. Let her know I’m just along as a ‘space-filler’, not her date.”“She knows. I told them I’d ask you. Frankie said, ‘I. As the fog of sleep came over me Tim’s face and voice came to my mind while Wendy’s smooth soft hand rested upon my breast. I moaned inwardly feeling warm breath crossing my face as I feel asleep. Waking a little after 6 the next morning I found myself alone. Then I recalled Wendy saying her husband was picking her up at 6. I noticed she had folded my clothing and placed them on the table. Upon the pile was a note, ‘Kate, I wish I could be here to awaken you this morning. I really hope this.