“Here,” she said, “I’ll text you the name and model of what I use. It’s a little pricey but has two charges and a laser sighting. And, very ...mportant, it has an indicator if the batteries get low over time. You can’t recharge them but you can replace them and should. It’s not a gun but still needs care and maintenance. Also, and I have to say this as a cop, state law will let you take it anywhere except a school or courthouse. But municipalities and private businesses have their own rules so. Our entourage was getting larger by the minute. Besides the three of us, there were nine armed guards, at least five FBI agents, four DHS military garbed officers with each armored vehicle and several watchers, stationed around a loose perimeter. That was just what I could see.Colleen was talking quietly on her phone. Rebecca was nervously looking all around, and I was getting the impression that our guards were spooked about something. Just as Agent Carson waved for us to board, her walkie. Nice panties. Then again, who would see them.” Your mother said and, reach over grasp the panties and tugged at them till they were wedged along your sister's crack, now baring the really nice globs. “Now give a good smack.”I could blame on the booze I had drunk, but to be honest, the bare tit, cute tight ass wriggling on my lap and a hard-on near bursting was just to much. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her outer buttock. Lorna yelp and muffled scream, since you mother was. It was past midnight when I cleaned my supplies. I’d done it again—let my emotions take me into the canvas. This time with no music score. The last one, Desperate Love, I’d sent to the vault while it was still wet. So different from my usual painting that it could be by a different artist. I’d captured something different. In addition to shape and color and shadow, I’d captured the emotion missing in my other paintings. I flopped down in my chair to look at it, wondering what time I had to be.