He said she was beautiful, not like a lot of French women who can be very fussy about designer clothes and make up, just naturally beautiful. Again, h...e was very polite.I told him we liked to go to nude beaches and I liked seeing other people checking her out. He said "I know, I saw you two fucking near the opera house in the middle of the day, there were tourists filming you. I saw you, so you knew people were watching?" Now he knew he didn't have to be so polite and his face lit up when I. It wasn’t just the strange way she’d practically run out of the room this morning. There was something indelibly different about her lately, something he couldn’t quite articulate. He’d noticed her looking at him sometimes while her thoughts were somewhere else. They still had the easy banter they’d enjoyed practically since Brin could talk - she might have inherited her mother’s looks, but she’d gotten Tom’s sardonic sense of humor - but every now and then she seemed to drift off in the middle. By the time the concert started, Kelly was revved up and ready to go! The band didn’t disappoint, and she spent more time standing and dancing than sitting. A couple of times her arms flew in the air when she was standing and I was sitting. I got a quick pussy flash, which I enjoyed of course.For a couple of songs, when the entire crowd was on their feet, she was stroking my cock through my slacks. One guy in front of us and three or four seats over noticed her when she had her arms up. Kelly. What he saw next happened so fast it seemed unreal. It was the most violent and gruesome thing imaginable. The creature took two or three swipes at the gunmen’s neck when blood and chunks of flesh were flying off in all directions. The gunman was still standing with the look of shock in his eyes though he was probably already dead. He toppled lifelessly to the ground like a mannequin. The only thing preventing his head from falling off and rolling away was it was still precariously attached to.