I was a little too fit, my hair a little too short, my hands a little too hard to fit the potential victim category. I was looking around a little to...o sharply, a little too aware of everything, my eyes a little too sharp to fit the potential sucker category. I'm wearing a work shirt, worn jeans and well-maintained Vibram-soled motorcycle boots, no cop shoes. They look at each other, shrug, and ignore me.The bartender asked what I wanted. "Beer. In a bottle." I watched closely as he pulled. Even as I started to fire an arrow took him in the middle of his back, severing his spine. I moved forward and checked each of them before collecting packs and knives from the males. I pulled the shirt like dress off the female and then took her pistol. I checked the rail rifle she had been carrying before dumping the ammo into my hand.I turned to smash the stock and bend to barrel. I carried everything back to my pack and put it on with the bag. I walked to Caylith as I loaded the rifle and. ’ ‘Yes, sir.’ She slid off him and crawled down onto the carpet as he raised himself up on one elbow, watching her catlike movements. ‘Bend down and play with your puffy cunt lips.’ ‘Yes, Andrew.’ ‘Arse up, girl.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Nice.’ He watched her hands hover around the velvety slit, fingers reaching up to expose the musky darkness to him. He saw her start as her index finger made contact with the crinkly folds of her vagina, exposing the secrets of her sex. Then he pulled himself onto the. This made her again lean over and as she grabbed my arm and hugged me, she said, “Can we go by your house?”I couldn’t believe it and as I looked over at her, Anna gave me those big eyes as she tipped her chin down and when I asked, “Are you sure,” she nodded and smiling, she pulled my arm close. I already had a hard on but being able to feel her little tits again pushing against my arm as she held me, it was almost uncomfortable. Telling her, “Okay,” Anna smiled and sitting back, she took a.