“We ain’t stupid, we know it’s not kept there, and it’s not in the gun safe. so where is it?” thug two interjected as he pressed his Glock i...nto my ribs.Their knowledge was worrying. I thought I was the only person that knew I’d not replaced the Colt in its case. I could continue to bluster, but in the face of the threat to Ricky or myself, it wasn’t worth the risk. I shook my head regretfully; after all, the Walker was just a gun.“It’s outside in my car,” I admitted.“Was that difficult, the. I dropped to my knees, leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth.She moaned, "That's it."I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple, I flicked her nipple and then I bit it gently."Oh yes," she moaned, "I love what you're doing."After a minute she moved her other nipple to the hole and I replicated the attention. Feeling confident, I then said, "Back up, I want to see your breasts." Okay," she obeyed, her tone tentative.I peeked through the hole. All I could see was her breasts and the ends. At least my mind had. So i let that night go. And i slept there on the sofa.The next morning she shrieked out to find herself in a guy’s dress at a room and when i explained everything to her. She was too out of words in my ‘gentleman-ism’ and hugged me. More tightly than the last time. Pecked my lips and said, “Darling. That’s the sweetest thing that has happened to me. Love you” and she again pecked me and went for a wash and left the room. Don’t know how. But that little peck from her. Now, in just underwear, they stare at their images in the mirror. Abbie in an alluring bra and panties she just purchased, and Grace in lace panties and shelve bra of Abbie’s. Seeing two almost identical images three times in the mirror brings a strange yearning over each of them.For months, they have cared about each other. They have been drawn to each other in a friendship. This strange connection of looking so alike but being so different has played a part since the start. Catching each.