I slid my hand along the bulge, and he did not pull away. I dropped to my knees and tugged his zipper down and pushed his shorts aside. Working his ...dick out, I was amazed at its size as I squeezed it lewdly in my small, soft hand. I had to have it. I licked the underside of the shaft and peeked up at him, smirking brazenly. "This is a really fine cock!" "Oh, Jesus," he moaned. His hips slowly rocked as if to hump my face. So I gave him a nice, sensual blow job, leaving him shaking with. I think it may be the gunslinger mentality of 'facing your opponent at high noon and heroically shooting the bad guy' hero worship that turned people off of the sneaky, deadly weapons that make my heart flutter. The thing that slays me about the gunslinger romantic ideal is that it ignored the fact that the really good shootist's were not opposed to shooting someone in the back. Often times it was actually the preferred method for trash disposal. It's much harder to get yourself shot standing. The applause was huge as we held hands and bowed. Journalistsswamped us and by the time we could escape my jaw was hurtingfrom smiling for all the photographs.Vernon arrived with champagne and toasted Femme Fatale. 'I thinkwe have a hit on our hands,' Vernon smiled, raising his glass.'I'm afraid I couldn't swing a TV interview so it's all freetime now. So, what would you like to do now? Disneyland,Hollywood, Universal Studios?'We looked at each other and Toby spoke for us. 'I think, Vernon,we'd. I stepped into the foyer as Janice closed the door behind us and latched the lock. She quickly and casually looped her arm with mine and ushered me into a living area. “Get comfortable,” she said and I settled on to a plush leather love seat. I took a deep breath and looked around. The house had a western-style motif to it. I was impressed. “Would you like to see the rest of it?” Janice asked, playing the gracious guest. “Sure,” I replied, standing up. I followed as she led me to a study off.