You have seen me use these," I added, as I held one up, "Do you think you could shoot me before I could kill all of you with them?" I asked, and stare...d straight into his eyes. He was the one who dropped his gaze."A number of your men have been wounded. We should take care of them," I told him after that."Are you a doctor?" he asked hopefully."No, I am a Military Trainer, and I know how to take care of wounds, and to keep men alive until they can be gotten to a doctor, or a hospital," I told. They lingered, caressing me lightly under the bubbling waters.“Did you like what you saw?” Miranda asked, girlish giggles giving way to a sultry tone.“I did,” I answered softly.I rested my fingers on my neighbour’s calf, returning the caress. A bulge was forming in my trunks as my cock swelled to life. After a few minutes of silence Miranda sighed, then looked straight at me.“Ken, I am so goddamned lonely right now,” she stammered, struggling to get all the words out, “I keep thinking about how. Aunt Liz loved me and would take the time to play games with me, snakes and ladders, cribbage and even monopoly. She also baked lots of cakes and pies for me, I should say ‘us’ but she always made me feel she made them for me. By the time I left primary school to move on to grammar school, I had her wrapped around my little finger. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her she would keep in confidence and not tell my mother. As I got into my teens the arguments with. She slipped her finger under the blind and just as she was about to expose my secret to my mother, I dashed off to the bathroom. I was breathless and spent 15 minutes just sitting on the toilet trying to get composed. I couldn’t believe how bold Margie had been, and how attracted I’d been to what I was seeing. My own feelings were a mystery to me. I finally exited the bathroom and quietly made my way back towards my room. Mother’s bedroom door was shut when I returned, so I continued on to bed..