What about you, Marsha? Do you know how to fire a handgun?"Marsha swallowed. "No!"I watched Marsha try to get her fear under control. She seemed to su...ceed because she suddenly laughed and said, "I'd probably shoot myself in the foot." Come with me, Katy," Nora said and rose to her feet.I followed her to her room and watched her pull a footlocker from her closet. Inside she had quite an array of handguns and other paraphernalia. She pulled out a box and opened it."This is a Kimber LAPD Swat. My hands itched to caress that fair and buttery surface of her back whenever I looked at her. Her figure must be 34-30-38. In all, she was a complete package. I always ogled at her back and the bare skin of her waist when she worked around the house. Normally she arrives early in the morning.She cooks our meals, then washes the clothes, washes dishes and finally sweeps the house before leaving. My wife leaves around 8.00 am in the morning and I leave around 8.45. I used to do a little chit-chat. That’s what you promised me right?”“Oh fuck, you’re gonna get it then,” I said. “Fuck yes,” she grinned through those tiger teeth of hers. “Give it to me.”“Give what to you?” I said, stroking my cock inches away from her face. “Your fucking load,” she breathed. “A hot sticky cum load. A big fucking wad of jizz for me. For my face. For these fire-engine red lips. For my skin. Fucking give it to me. Come on.” She grabbed my cock again, sucked it a few more times and stroked it.But I was. My wife was sitting on the porch and Brent was standing in front of her talking while the k**s were playing. I knew he was positioned for a great view of her. Our windows are such that when it is light outside you can't see inside the house. I started to go outside but decided to just watch and see how careful Lauren would be in keeping her legs together. I watched for about five minutes and she had kept them together, so I thought she is more self-conscious when somebody other than me was.