It was the last thing either of them said until dinner time.Massaging her wrist, Georgia looked at the woman seated across the table from her. Claire ...pushed a cup of coffee across the table and said, “It’ll be better in a little while. I guess you don’t have much of a chance to shoot at the school.”“Actually, I don’t get an opportunity to shoot a real weapon all that often. Usually I’m shooting a paintball gun, but even that has become a rare event,” Georgia said. The last time had been on her. Once we were dressed I hesitantly went to hug him and we ended up in a full-on embrace and kiss.‘When can I see you again?’ I asked.‘Tonight if you want. You have your own place don’t you? I can come over.’ I gave him my address and we went our separate ways. I got home and found myself wanting to masturbate but decided to save it for our date. I busied myself tidying the flat as it was in a bit of state since my wife had moved out. I got a SMS message from Pete around 3:00 p.m. saying he’d be. The look on her face as I stripped her panties down was priceless. Kari had become a zombie only moving where I moved her as if she was stunned that I would take her up on her offer. I was only half hard until I fastened my eyes on her cute behind.Irene looked from me to Kari with glazed eyes as I used my foot to kick her feet apart. As I said, "Bend down over the sink," to a subdued Kari, Irene sat down hard on the closed toilet seat and put her hand on the gusset of her panties.Kari finally. The air suddenly has the same sick dread; the conversations around me seem to have the same muted tone. She tries to walk past me like she doesn't see me but I grab her arm - the good one, the one not in a sling - and stare at her bruised face."I did this?" I knew I hit her but Peter didn't tell me how bad it was, "Oh fuck!" Oh, Alex." She pretends to laugh, "You're so ... No, I was in a car accident. Last week." She twists her arm and I let her go, "As if I'd even talk to you if you hit me.".