A rational part of me knows exactly what they are doing. This is seduction at its finest, but I cannot bring myself to mind. Their praise drips over m...e like sweetest sugary syrup and I want to twirl and dance in these moment of feeling utterly beautiful and desirable. “Are your nipples sensitive?” Helen inquires, smiling like a cat. She knows what she is doing and she enjoys it. “They are,” I whisper in response. “Very much so.” Even at that moment, I can feel that sensitivity when they strain. I pulled out my cell phone and punched 911.“911, what is your emergency?” I was taking deep breaths and remembered to speak slowly and keep my voice low.“I need to report a shooting,” I said.“Please hold.” I heard a beep or two and another female voice came on.“Sheriff’s Department dispatch, what is your emergency?”“I need to report a shooting,” I said again.“What is your location?” she asked.“I’m in the parking lot of the Uno Grill on North Wickham, just east of the Interstate.” I could hear. I guess we had our marching orders so we were ready to get showered and head to dinner to see what the night brought...My wife has a thin, athletic build, and with still perky 36C boobs has no problem attracting attention whenever she’s in a short, tight dress. We went to dinner, then danced at the disco, drank a lot of shots, etc...all the things we Americans love about vacation in Mexico. We hadn’t seen the hot couple all night and it was getting late, so we were about to call it a night.. It was Karl who had driven her to do it. It was he who made her want to relieve herself. Afterwards she stood in front of the wardrobe mirror again as she slipped into her pyjamas. She could see the reflection of the bed in the background and she thought about Karl again. He was going to be slipping into that bed beside her one day soon; she would have no need for nightwear that night. She did not see him the next day. Not that she was really expecting to see him, but she was hoping to. She.