We'd been friends forever-she only lived a few streets over-and she was fine as a friend. But as a lover? Nope-she was a cheerleader. Blonde, blue-eye...d, big tits, prone to mooning and giggling, especially around me. I'd had enough of that.But I'd been around Stacy's house a time or two, and there I'd gotten a glimpse at the real prize-Stacy's Mom.See, the way I figured it was this: I was an experienced cocksman, right? My talent was getting wasted on these high school bimbos. It was time for me. "I didn't want to admit it. Said nothing."Don't worry. Relax. Enjoy it." I said nothing, just let him stroke my leg."Admit it. You like this."Still no words... instead, I moved down on the seat cushion and opened my legs wider. Inviting him to touch me more intimately. His hand reached down and cupped my smooth balls. Caressing the tight, smooth skin."I want to touch you all over."I wanted him to. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my body. It was very erotic."OK" Come with me"He stood up and. Wentworth also sent me an inquiry about the drone's missing missiles. Did I know anything about that?I answered that my defense of the U.S. Government installations against electronic incursions did not authorize me to listen to military frequencies, so I did not do so. That much was true. I did not listen. I took one over, but I did not listen ... at least, not much. I further told him that it looked like the Chinese or the North Koreans were up to some more electronic mischief, to be. I threw myself to the floor, but there was no other shot and I cautiously raised myself as I heard a horse's hooves clattering outside. When Diane rushed in. I pulled her to the floor.Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh God, is that what I think it is. Is someone after us?" There was a neat round hole in one of the stained glass panels. We spent the rest of the night on the floor in each other's arms."It's difficult to say if anyone wanted to kill you, Mr. Strong." said the sheriff the next.