“Like I said, no one will ever have to know,” I told her. Having no defense against that argument, she went back to her original protest. “We are j...st too far apart in age. It just wouldn’t be right,” she said. Not wanting to give into that argument, I told her that we were not that far apart in age. “I’m 36 and you are what? 22 or 24 years old?” She asked. I found that a little amusing. I thought she knew my real age and that I was only a year older than her 18-year-old daughter. Then it. “What calibre were you thinking of Mr. Ramage?” he asked. David took a chance and explained exactly what the rifles were to be used for.Henry listened as he sat back in his chair. When David finished he smiled, “What you propose is not new ... most of the foreign powers in Europe and America are thinking along similar lines. Unfortunately most of the military are loath to give up black powder and large calibre bullets.”He sat twiddling a pencil thinking for a moment, “I would suggest the .303. Not because I’m doing anything wrong, but because I don’t want to cause trouble for Tanya or her dad.”Pete chuckled, “Are you kidding? He has diplomatic immunity. He could kill you and unless the Russians turned him over, the most we could do would be put him on a plane back to Russia.”“What?” I asked.“Seriously. Anyway, just talk to the agents. Have Elyse sit with you if you want someone to back your side of the conversation. She’s about as levelheaded as anyone I know.”“Thanks for the advice,. She shuffled a little on the sofa, her dressing gown opening a little more; falling away from her thighs to show just a hint of the thick bush of dark pubes between her thighs.She shifted position again, placing her head on my upper chest, and pushing her hand through the dressing gown opening to stroke my chest. Her other hand pulled the dressing gown belt apart and my semi-rigid cock slipped into view. Her hand slid down my belly, pausing there for a teasing moment, before descending to the.