As he went down, I stripped him of the rather nasty looking Russian made 9mm pistol. "They just don't make you guys like they used to," I said. "One n...ight of sleep deprivation and you are useless."He was still in agony when I asked again, "Where are the others?" Already gone.‎" Thanks for the addition to my gun collection.‎ ‏I knew you wanted me to have this all along. I could just tell. If you change your mind, feel free to come for it anytime." It was a stupid thing to do. I was filled with. Although we'd all watched each other many times, They didn't seem to notice the change I'd made to my stroking style. I now moved my fingers in and out of myself as I approached orgasm, much as Tiff did. I was glad they didn't pick up on that, as it might have ruined the surprise.Without having to keep the noise down, I could let my breathing be heavy and even moan a little, which caught their attention. When I orgasmed, I spurted clear fluid, followed by a few smaller streams. Much of it. For who other than a fool would put his heart out when everything is so fleeting. Life, love, money, happiness. Dig deeper and it is impossible not to see that these things are just the rouge on the cheek of a dead whore. Somewhere deeper inside him he thinks this, but on the surface he thinks very little at all. He has slipped into his auto pilot mode and forgets completely about the check that he had told himself he was there to get. Money is not what he needs right now, although what he. And thoughts of that had made her feel unworthy on her wedding day.Now, it seemed that two weeks of unbounded sexual indulgence with her new husband had purged her mind of that guilt and those cloying, unpleasant memories that threatened her happiness. Now, she knew, everything she said and did had to be impeccable, for Mark was slated to be their new senator to the state legislature. His wife had to be of the highest ethical quality, the highest moral caliber, and except for her brief.