Never seen that either.” Morgan struggled to explain concepts outside his experience.“Sounds like a pretty special BB-gun.” Olé agreed.“It’... a .25 cal. Olé. Not the BB caliber, though it does cock, and load, and is a repeater just like a BB-gun. It does use some real BB-gun parts in it.” corrected Morgan. “You know what else is pretty cool? This is REALLY cool! Skeet and I made this air trap at the waterfall pool, out of cast cement over some old rusty hog wire fence we rolled around and bent. Ab main bhabhi se khoob baat cheet karta tha jab woh terrace pe aati thi mera room wahi tha ghanto hum shaam mein baat kartey aur shyamji aur unke patni mujhe bachcha hi samjhte the toh unhe koi problem nahi thi ek din bhabhi mere rum mein aayi unhone daal baati banayi thi woh dene mujhse boli ye khalo aur main khane laga toh woh mere kamre mein idhar udhar dekhne lagi boli ye kamre ki haalat kar rakhi hai chalo tum khake kahi jao ghumne main saaf kar deti maine kaha chalo kardo main kha ke. . He had,they both had been waiting, wanting this time alone. He thought back to how he had been anticipating it earlier. Then it hit him. “If you're gonna be mad,” he said slyly, she heard the wicked sensuality in his low breathy voice. "I'm gonna make the most of it.” His grip on her arms became more firm. She looked up into to his eyes. “Wait.” she pleaded, recognizing too late, the devilish glint there. “Wait, Kean!” He laughed as she tried to pull away, in one swift motion he threw. Her mouth gaped. My hand hauled on my rod.My balls threatened, as I lost any interest in the on-screen events as Laura’s eyes closed, her mouth gaped on an almost anguished squeal, both hands grabbed into her crotch as her hips heaved up as though to accept some unavailable intrusion.Watching that, I hadn’t realised how my own hand had tugged vigorously on my avid hard cock, and as Laura calmed, my own balls released, and spurts of uncontrolled cream shot across the carpet. Oh, God, that had.