She needed painkillers again this morning, but they are very excited about her dramatic recovery. Thank you again for what you did Sasha. Thank you so...much.’ ‘How is Gilbert?’ There was a slight pause. Sasha could hear a door close and she realised Penny’s mother must have moved herself to another room. ‘No change Sasha. He isn’t any better, but thank god, he isn’t any worse either.’ ‘Jesus. I’m so sorry.’ ‘So am I honey. Will you come to visit today?’ ‘Yes. I will be in there about lunch. So I just go talk to David, and while he doesn’t approve of my attitude towards the whole thing, he listens, and that’s something I need. God knows why he’s doing this for me, though. I guess it’s not his idea of fun to hear me complaining about how I cannot manage to be a good enough husband for you.”“He’s a good friend,” Carter supplied right away. “How did you two meet, by the way?”“It was through a mutual friend, 7-8 years ago. He wanted to get his club off the ground. I like the idea and. I was in a pair of gym shorts with no underwear as she slid down my body to her knees. As she did, she pulled my shorts down releasing my cock which was now at full attention and springing into her face. "Mmmm," was what she murmured as she started to lick and tease the head of my cock with her tongue and mouth.She put me fully in as she bobbed her head up and down the shaft stopping briefly to say she always wondered how big my cock was. I said, "Now you get to find out!"I wondered about Fred. 45-70'. Behind the rear sight was a small nipple. It clicked in my head when I then saw the name 'Creedmoor' on the small wooden boxes. I lay the rifle back down and opened a box. Yep, three range-marked hinged sights with a sliding peephole on each of them. Each box had three sights, one for short, medium and long range.Another Sharps was in .50-90 caliber. It also had a Creedmoor sight mount.The fifth rifle was marked '1865 Spencer .52'The last long arm wasn't a rifle. It was a Winchester.