I did have my pistols, but I'd heard mixed reports of their usefulness, even before I watched Flerrie's larger and more powerful pistol shot fail to p...netrate the creature's natural armor. Allegedly, bullets from matchlock muskets, having a much heavier powder charge and more resultant striking force than any pistol, only had about a 50% estimated penetration rate, which overall gave me far poorer odds of nailing the bugger with my two smaller pistols, even at point blank range. Not that any. As he did, he found himself reflecting on his high school days and thinking only if he had this power then. He conjured up images of the girls from his senior class, wishing he could have made them his own personal sex slaves. He especially loved the image of the twins on their knees and worshipping him.Then it suddenly HIT him! It wasn't too late! Regardless what they might be doing in their lives right now he could easily alter them to fit his needs. He smiled and wondered who to choose. Once he'd done that, he reared up on the bed and thrust all the remaining meat into her in one long, hard stroke.My wife went crazy with pleasure! She bucked like a wild horse, screaming under his hand as uncle held her down. She orgasm continuously as he remained motionless in between her legs, smirking at her condition and showing how much power he had over her body. She looked like she was convulsing with pleasure.He was biting her breasts, 1st one then the other while she orgasmed. Every. ‘How old are you Jacy?’ he asked. ‘I’m eighteen…today actually,’ I replied, resisting the urge to just pounce on him. ‘I’m twenty-two, and great, happy birthday,’ he said whilst pouring the champagne into the glasses. He passed me a glass. ‘Thanks,’ I said, taking a sip straight away. He gulped on his own champagne, and even though I wasn’t looking at him I could feel him watching me. ‘You’re so sexy Jacy,’ he said huskily. I turned my head to see his hand quickly adjusting the bulge in his.