<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Firing range observation room<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Getting to know ALL about you...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/>If the first kiss caught Jena by surprise, the second didn't- her tongue met Hailey's with the same level of aggression she approached pretty much everything, wrestling it down and making it beg for more. When they broke the second time, the Texan was grinning. "Damn girl. You shoot RIGHT from the hip, doncha?"<br/><br/>She was quite happy to be led somewhere a tiny bit more private- not that she cared, really, if they were seen, but the sight of Hailey's butt and hips swaying as she tried to walk with her pants around her calves was both hysterical and hella sexy. Once the door was locked and they were wound together again, it was<strong>on</strong>. One hand gripped the Aussie's wrist, pushing her hand deeper into Jena's panties as she wriggled against the intruder, already growing damp between her strong thighs. The other twisted in her new buddy's hair, locking their faces together, before tracing down her back and then, momentarily forgetting the injuries she'd just treated, cupping one toned asscheek.<br/><br/>When Hailey winced slightly, Jean eased off, laughing. "Think we're both overdressed for this party, hun. And you're gonna trip an' kill yourself, we don't get those pants offa you. Time out while we get more comfortable?" Even as she was saying it, she was pressing her hand firmly against Hailey's left boob, before sliding her palm down between them, and running a nail over the top of the grrlboy's painfully hard cock.