She had changed into sweats and a t-shirt and debated if she should read the letter. Finally, she gave in to her curiosity, opened it, and read:My Dea...est “Polly”,If you are reading this, then I have died. I’m sure you’re sad but please don’t be. I wanted to thank you for reminding me to live. I didn’t realize how angry I was at my wife, at the world, but mostly at myself until I met you. You helped me live again and you reminded me that just because we couldn’t have “physical” sex, didn’t mean. "There has to be a prize, hot shot?" she asked. "Winning not sufficient?" Depends what I win," he answered."Here!" she tossed him Rada's autorifle. "Best of seven?"Schecter hefted the rifle and studied it. It was light weight - made from composite materials - and finely balanced. He saw it was dual chambered, power driven with a blowback standby mechanism. It was fired by a trigger slot/touch plate device with a standard auto, semi select switch as found on assault rifles since the earliest. I even twerked a little. All the while I could hear Mehmed moaning and groaning and Ibrahim laughing gleefully."Get on hands and knees," Ibrahim said. I did so obediently. I actually discovered that I like being told what to do. I felt Ibrahim rubbing my ass."This is nice ass," Ibrahim said to Mehmed."Yes, it is so nice," Mehmed answered."I fucked this ass just now," Ibrahim said."Yes, I watch you," Mehmed said."I fuck her face and cunt also," Ibrahim said."It is like dream," Mehmed said.Then I. It took amoment to adjust, but then finally it stopped as he was counting themoments as the second curl dropped down. It was half pleasure, halfpain as he could barely believe it was happening, putting his hand up,needing a minute after the third tendril dropped and he was bent overforward with his hands on his knees."Are we ready to continue, young lady?" said Melissa, getting up andwalking over to him and touching his hair. "The first side looks prett,but we've got so much fun planned honey,.