“He’s one of the guys I work with. You know, the onewhose wife left him last year. He goes to the gym withme.”Lee waved again. Carol added, “T...at’s too bad. He lookslonely tonight.”“Go dance with him,” I said.“What? It’s not my night to take care of charitycases.”“Oh go ahead. He doesn’t bite.”“No way, besides I couldn’t just walk over there andask him to dance. What kind of woman would he think Iwas?”“Jeesses,” I muttered. I looked over at Lee and wavedto him to come join us. At first he gave. As Bobby rose from the couch, he addressed my wife. “It looks like you enjoyed the appetizers. Are you ready for the main course now?”“Oh god yes Bobbie. I’m all yours and always will be.”Bobby dropped to his knees and grabbed her legs. He raised them and rested them on his shoulders, his big hard cock rubbing and teasing her wet juicy pussy. My wife was almost crying with lust. He made a quick thrust, shoving just the head of his massive tool into her. In a few seconds he withdrew then quickly. Our story began on Christmas Day. No ghosts, just a normal Christmas Day. I was at the Church playing Kris Kringle for the little one's, a job that would take me well into the late afternoon.After about an hour, at about 10:30 in the morning, a woman appeared before me. She seemed to be quite agitated at me and I wondered why and who she was. She yelled at me that I was ruining her Christmas and I asked her what the hell did she mean? I didn't even know her."Well, you know my husband. As a. . have never used a ... gun? I am not even good with bow and arrow.”“Don’t worry, Arch is a good teacher and won’t be so rough on you as Roxanne ... unless you break the range rules.”“I’ll see you later, my love,” Imelda gave me her farewell with a kiss and a hug.“Bye.”The range was tucked away behind Esnurr’s manor dwelling. Arch was waiting for us along with a selection of weapons of varying power. He swiftly went over the rules of the range, which were mostly common sense, and then described.