. they fired the 88! Shit!" Jack was less than decent when he burst into the kitchen. "You fired the 88!" Yes ... great gun," said the Major."You FIRE...D the 88!" Yes ... something?" asked the Major."What shell did you use?" One from the ready box on the trail," said a lieutenant."What angle?" What was it set at?" Oh ... Thank God!" What?" You didn't hit anything." Not to worry ... it was a practice round." Practice rounds don't go bang."The look was priceless, jaws dropped, coffee cups already. It was a nice town where there were many Jensen's and Sidebars but not so many people named Smith or Jones.Steve Ryan, a member of the Irish minority in Nordmen, parked in front of the bank. He walked inside the bank to talk to someone about what to do with the money they received for the coins. Greg and Dog stayed outside. They saw another car pull up in front of the bank and a rough looking man got out and pulled a ski mask over his head as he headed toward the bank entrance."Uh, Oh. I don't. I was finding it a little difficult but luckily most people were asleep, those that were not were engrossed in films. My wife whispered encouragement in my ear as she stroked my cock. It was turning into a good hand-job despite the improvised lube. I could not stop thinking of the people only 2 feet away that had no idea what we were doing. It was quite a rush but was distracting me from the pleasure of the hand-job. I closed my eyes to block out the situation. The wanking started to really hit. I was eagerly watching her with my dick saluting her.I was sitting at the edge of the bed and watching her while slowly shagging my dick. She looked straight into my eyes and started clipping her nipples with the clips and moved her hands down to clip her prominent clit. She sat on the bathroom floor and spread her legs wide.She started masturbating with the dildo going smoothly in and out of her wet creamy pussy. She started moaning loudly, “You have awakened the slut in me.” I couldn’t resist.