This car seat is totally soaked, I can clean itoff at least so it doesn't stain, but I will need to take the fabric offand put in the laundry," I hear...mommy saying and I have no choice but tolisten. There is no way I will argue with her or she might change hemind and tell everyone I am no longer a boy, just a little girl."I am sorry momma, I had an accident, it will not happen again." I pullmy tee shirt off which has wet pee on the edges of it while I stand upin the minivan and slide my shorts. . and maybe my pecker ... and my tongue.I'm going to take a nap.'Nope. You are going to teach us to shoot.''AAARRRGGGHHH!!!''He whimpers nicely.''He's a big baby.'I stirred my stumps.I found the crate with the Italian rifles.What?I didn't want to use the toy guns!Plastic and die cast?Reliable? Don't give me that.They rely on hot explosive gases to thump the bolt back. Besides, they're a bitch to clean. And they're too damn loud!I unbolted the crate, took out six BM 59's, 12 spare mags, 4. The man my wife was sucking shot his load down her throat. Which is something she never does for me but i could not take anymore and shot a load down N's throat. She swalled every drop and leaned over and began kissing my wife. The two loads they mixxing in their mouths as they kissed. Just then N's husband grunted and deposited a load in my wife.We then got dressed and left with our friends that we had gone to party with. On the way home me and my wife began kissing in the back seat. I could. Not really I reply though it's every trades mans fantasy it's never a reality . She goes on gabbing a bit more then tells me she has to go the shops for an hour and will be back to pay me . I carry on with it thinking not too much into her comment as nothing else was said . Anyhow she returns and I finish the job , carry on with the usual procedure ..Put tools away , clean up then show the person how it works . Do all that then call her up to show the controls on it and what to do , " let me.