They were breathing hard. Her perky boobs were squashed against his hard pecs and there was a third person wanting to join the couple. She looked at the creamy brown bodies wedged together and felt her panties became wet. They kissed and caressed each other, hands ran down from shoulders to the waists to the plump butts.

He would be in his woman soon and the action would begin and yet the invitation had yet to be forwarded. She wanted to play with them. Could she approach them?

He threw his partner on the bed, arched her butt to get a glimpse of her tantalizing chute. She put a pillow under her elbows and stared at the headboard. He would be in her any minute and yet he hadn't invited the other babe to join the fun. She didn't look at the third wheel. Let her look and see what she was missing.

He spat into his palm and rubbed his spit on her hole. There had been no time for KY. She wriggled a bit feeling the pain but knowing that pleasure would soon follow. He knew the angle at which she liked to be thrust into and a sigh of pleasure purred through his lips and yet nary a glance did he spare the woman who stood bemused.

They were so beautiful. Like Adam and Eve discovering the joys of their bodies for the first time. There was seething passion in their movements and moans and yet she felt desolate and bereft.

Like all good things this too would come to an end. She reached behind her lacy panties and felt the cold steel against her warm palm, her Kahr P9. It was small and light- .40 Caliber and ultimate weapon for petite sized women. She spread her legs wide and pointed the gun at the slithering couple in a bed of blood red satin sheets.

He was pulsating in a lustful rhythm but a primal instinct made him look at her. 'Breasts and gun. Magnificent!' was the last thought that passed through his mind just a nanosecond before she blew his brains out.