He tossed something onto the bureau and stood at the foot of the bed. At least he looked like he was enjoying the view, while he slowly unknotted his ...tie. Shoes and socks next, equally slowly, and I waited wantonly while he took off his shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and quite a decent six-pack. My knees were quivering in anticipation, as was my totally wet pussy. He smiled a little as he slid his trousers off and folded them neatly on the bureau. There was a considerable bulge in those. You could hit a tiny dot at seven hundred yards. We each blew up a fake car with explosive rounds, and enjoyed being able to shoot in heavy wind and night conditions.We had cleaned the new weapons when the range master said, “Okay, now for some sidearm practice. Who’s first?”Fran jumped up while I was left at the table stuffing rounds into magazines. I had to stop, sand, and polish magazines, as the range master kept giving me new ones. I at least I knew that we now had good magazines that. " Follow the drive." He hadn't told me we were expecting anyone. Then again, the number of times I wasn't paying attention when he told me a repairman or contractor was coming was damn frequent.It was nice out, and I was enjoying showing off my finally, officially six-pack abs, so I opened the door and waited on the front step for him.He was a wall of muscle. Dark brown crew cut, not too tall, but clearly solidly packed. He wore a light tee shirt and loose pants and didn't appear to have. ” Her little hand reached out and slowly pulled his zipper down. I rubbed my cock against her ass. She reached in and grasped him and I grabbed her tits and squeezed with firm pressure. Painful but not agonizing. She pulled it out and removed her panties from her mouth while going down on him. I again slammed it home into her wet gash and started fucking anew. He started moaning and I laughed as he blew in her mouth. “Really? You replaced me with this little pussy? What a faggot.” She started.