Someone answered on the first ring. “Two weeks. Same time.” Click. Odd accent; it sounded something like ‘Tuh wiks.’I said, “Matt, remember ...ack when I had concealment envy?” The slick pistol-hiding slot near the gearshift of his Audi.He smiled, “What now?”“Rifle envy.”I now have a similar hiding slot for my Heckler & Koch in my pickup. But the idea of a rifle had intrigued me ever since Matt had shown me his father’s Echols Legend.He said, “Better than penis envy.”“Oh ... maybe.”Daddy had. He lifted his hand up to his face and placed two fingers inside his mouth slowly, closing his lips around them and then slowly pulling them out. I tensed. My legs were wide open, my shaved pussy was right there next to him but I tensed up all the same, trying to make my body as rigid as possible. He grinned even wider and moved his pointed fingers down to my opening. He paused, admiring my close shave and ran his pinky finger down my mound softly, feeling the skin and the tiny hairs that were. I hoped it wasn't too blatant, but I had spent an hour before work trying to find the right thing to wear that day, hoping I'd finally call her."You look great, Sue. I'm so glad you called." Thanks. So do you."We chatted about nothing for a few minutes, when I got up the courage to address the obvious subject."So Lisa, this is pretty awkward, but I wanted to talk about that little conversation we had at the party last week." I'm sure I was blushing, which is not something I do a lot now that. His life had been prolonged well beyond that of the proles and other menial classes, but at less than ninety years old he had still visibly aged. His hair was greying and he had less stamina than just twenty years earlier. The fucking that followed was joyless and perfunctory. Creativity in the amorous arts was scarcely encouraged, though the restrictive rules relating to sexual activity amongst the lesser classes didn’t apply to Paolo. He was free to fuck this woman in the arse, ejaculate on.