Colin had been training his aim with some tied up bimbos for the past two hours of the afternoon. Each shoot rang out as blood spurted along the ground. The red glisten faded to dark crimson rapidly in the rising heat.
"Oh Colin! I have an issue..." Adeline said from behind him.
"Yes.... what is.... it?" Colin struggled to get out at the sight before him. It was definitely the mother of three he had seen yesterday, but she was definitely dressed differently.
"I'd like some help with my shooting... hold on, let me get the gun I want to use.." the french woman said. She leaned over, displaying the fact that she was wearing brown khaki shorts too small for her backside. Her childbearing hips swayed side to side, making her rather plush buttocks sway in a similar way.
"I have it!" she said as she spun around with a silencer equipped pistol raised up in a pose, emphasizing her sizable C cups within a white tank top and an ill fitting bra her breasts jiggled in as she walked up.
An hour later, Colin went in feeling uncomfortable. The whole time, Adeline had been "struggling" to aim, so he had to get into an uncomfortable position in which the front of his pelvis was up against her butt and his hands over hers to get her to aim. It felt like he was being flirted with. Heck, he swore he saw her rubbing her breasts in that bra as he walked aw-
The gamer shook his head.
'What am I thinking?! She's thirty! She has three kids for God's sake! But then again, she was wearing.... augh! It's probably just all she could find.'
The gamer realized that the image of Adeline's boobs shaking while se fired and her backside pressed against him was still in his head.
"I gotta clear my head." Colin said.
He went to his civilian quarters to find...