Another One Bites the Dust

Being a Southern girl, I was taught some very important things early in life-how to change my own oil, how to change my own tire and how to handle a gun.  I'd decided I needed to take this one step further and get a concealed carry permit.   I'd set aside a Saturday to take care of this and I'd have it accomplished in just one day.  I couldn't wait and was excited to get it under my belt so to speak.  I woke up early and put on a tank top and some camouflage undies in keeping with my state of mind.   

I arrived at the conceal carry class.  There I sat in a small room with nine other attendees.  The instructor seemed cocky and aloof regarding his abilities and our need to pay close attention to his instruction.  I was on my best behavior--attentive and engaging eye contact at all times to ensure that he felt "heard."  Apparently, he had felt "heard" and approached me during our coffee and donut break to comment on how it was nice to see a lady in the group.  It was after all a class of nine men and myself.  After a few minutes of chat, I didn't feel that I was being "heard" as the instructor kept eyeballing my tits inside of looking me in the eye.  

Soon, we headed out to the range where we'd have to show we were qualified to shoot our weapon at certain distances.  This was no problem for me since I'd been shooting targets from a young age and the instructor made his way to me and stepped back to look at my stance.  After I lowered my weapon, he approached and said that a few of them were getting together after the class if I'd like to meet them for a few beers.  I nodded to acknowledge that I'd consider it but thought to myself, "no thanks!"  A man to the left of me at the firing range, walked near me as we returned to the classroom area and said, "I'm ready to get out of here, can't imagine spending more time with them after this class is over."  Again, I just nodded, I was not looking to make any friends or enemies here, only to get it done and get back home.  He kept talking as we returned to the classroom, I h! eard something profound escape his lips. Finally then, I looked deep into his eyes and I went weak in the knees.  I wasn't near as focused the last few minutes of class, but most of the important stuff had already been covered.  The instructor dismissed the class and approached me again as I was standing next to the dude with the gorgeous eyes.  He asked point blank if I'd be meeting them at the local bar.  Caught off guard, I said, "No, I think we're going to get a bite to eat." As I motioned and nodded in my friend's direction.  My new friend was aware of my plight and nodded in agreement.  

My friend stepped closer to me as the instructor walked away, grabbed my arm and said "You owe me."  He said, "My name is Jason by the way."  I said, "Just call me JJ".  Jason said, "Okay, JJ, let's go get a bite to eat."  I said, "Jason, sure was nice of you to rescue me, but I was thinking of a nice bath and some downtime."  Jason looked disappointed that his offer had been shot down.  I gave him my number and asked him to call me a little later so I could repay his favor. 

Today's set has 67 hot close up and large photos of me alone.  I'm in a tight tank top and camouflage boyshorts that ride between my buttcheeks.  My barefeet are in black and clear heels.  You'll see me strip out of my tank top and panties and use my magic bullet vibe to get off.  Won't you join me? http://www.southern-charms2.com/playwithjj/join.htm