You find a holster on the belt this cloth is attached to. In the holster is a bulky revolver. It has a golden hammer, trigger, and iron sight, the res... is decorated with scratchy white paint revealing black underneath. The grip feels nice in your hand. As you hold the gun memories flood into you. You suddenly feel like you could take the gun apart and rebuild it with ease. You are also entirely sure that you are quite the marksman. Though, even thinking back to these memories you can only seem. Then I was allowed Singapore Slings. It had to be with Beefeater Gin, Benedictine, Cointreau, grenadine syrup, pineapple juice, lime juice and a dash of Angostura all shook in a tumbler and poured in a glass with ice. Then cherry brandy was poured over an upside-down spoon for a top layer, a maraschino cherry and pineapple slice were then added as a garnish.Arriving at the lounge I’d plead for a Singapore Sling, Edward checked with the bartender and if his criteria were met, he obliged. We sat. I grabbed the music and me and my bare ass took off with the two hard cocks following closely behind me. I sat on the edge of the bed as the two naked men approached me. SG started working on taking my top off. It tied behind my back and behind my neck. It only took him a few seconds and then his mouth was quick to grasp my hard nipples. I laid back on the bed and as my head hit the pillow. SG brought my sweet, wet, throbbing pussy to his lips. He wrapped his arms around my legs, raised them. Then with a sly smile she pushed him back onto the bed and tugged at his boxers. He let her remove them and then crawled back into the center where he lay in naked admiration of her voluptuous, supple body. She put her hands above her head and swung her hips to allow the remains of the dress to slide off her legs onto the floor. His hard cock jumped and started oozing pre-cum when he saw her standing in nothing but her swaying hips and high heels that said, "Come fuck me," as clearly as if it.