I had kept my jacket in the understairs cupboard to keep all the dust and debris off it . I decided to put the kettle on for a cup of tea , The kettle...being the whistling kind on a camping gas single burner . As I rinsed my cup out it wasn't long before I started to wonder who was the lucky cunt behind the camera , the one who had dumped his balls inside Becky. I so badly wanted to quietly confront Becky with the photo and ask but I had no access to her . I ever only saw her when I was asked to. 50 Maximum. Most people would tell you that the gun was a piece of plumbing tube with a trigger, shooting kitchen sinks, but Alek could handle the recoil. One shot from the gun would knock over an elephant with a well-placed shot, and no armor made could stop it. It lived up to it’s namesake – best made firearm. He cooked off a shot, and felt the ground jerk upwards to hit him in the back. * * * No sooner had he yelled than a figure appeared before Cyril, and he was ready for it. But then he. There were so much material that the portal was shifted again to a dry creak running through our property and we continued. We poked at rocks because we didn't put any shoring in. Steel rods were turned into hooks or had cups made to fit the end. The rocks were dragged out. None of them were bigger than my head and only a few were smaller than my double fists.There were three major cave-ins until I built the shoring to support all four surfaces. I wanted to see what this place was like behind. The sexual tension between us was crazy, then out of nowhere, he told me how "sexy" I looked in my office clothes and said he wished his wife would dress more like me. I was shocked by this, since as I said, his wife was a good ten years younger and fitter than me and what I thought was prettier as well. He again politely offered to help me with anything around the house, to which I took a rather bold step and said rather flirtatiously and suggestively, "Anything?" He replied a knowing "yes"..