” John said with a smile.Sparks reached into the crate and pulled out one of the rifles, feeling the weight of the sleek, high-tech rifle. She held ...ither end and rotated the rifle in her hands, studying it with the appraising eye of a master gunsmith.“Very nice.” She said approvingly. “The frame is strong and should be easy to enhance. Give me a little time with these and I think you’ll like the results.” she said, glancing at John with a grin.“I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” John. I now knew that there was a presence in my house called Caleb, but I didn’t feel scared at all I felt safe with him. And seeing his picture was a lot more comforting, he was attractive tall and well built. I imagined he would be strong and take me in his arms and lay me on the bed and touch me softly but with passion. I was having a sexual fantasy about a man in a picture this was mad. I put Caleb’s picture on the night stand facing me. His eyes seemed to glow in the low light, I then took his. She was pushing her ass against him hard, trying to get as much of him in her as she could. He grabbed the sides of her amazing bum and began to fuck her, slowly at first but gathering speed. He watched his wet dick pull out of her pussy and jam back in, pulling pink lips out at first, and pushing them back in. He watched her asscheeks shake with each impact. He took in every second of this piece of heaven.He began to slap against her, fucking her harder. 'slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,. I looked high into the canopy of the tree. A singleleaf, dried from the last fall, floated down and spiraled harmlessly to theground. I followed its path with my eyes until it came to rest.I drew my breath in a slow gasp. The leaf had come to rest on a newlydug grave. There, at the head, was a wooden panel, with an epitaphdeeply carved into its surface: "Beloved Claire, until we are togetheragain"; below that was: "Born: July 1, 1760 - Died: April 22, 1776." Myhand trembled as I looked upon the.