The fit and finish on my full stock flintlock was such that the lines between metal and wood were only noticeable by color. The lock Uberti sent had s...otted holes and preformed guts. The tumbler, the fly, double set trigger all had to be finish filed. The faceplate was a square cornered rectangular slab with the pan drop-forged onto the right side. Hammer, frizzen upper jaw and screw all had to be fit, drilled and leather and crucible color case-hardened. Long hours I spent, tears dripping off. As she came around her hands dropped to her thong and she pulled it out of her pussy and stretched the material away from her self, giving me a long look at her naked pussy. She then straightened out the material and formed it back into place. She dropped her hands to her sides and pushed one hip off to the side and just stood letting me look at her. We smiled to at each other.What do you think, did the swim suit meet your approval. It did.We chatted about the up coming trip and Sue did little. Of course it's not called the Sugar Cane Plantation. And it's not a hidden bdsm club.What it is, is a delightful bed and breakfast near the top of a mountain on an island. I was shopping for real estate one day and the realtor took us there for lunch.It really was an old plantation house. It really does have old, crumbling brick walls. The main building really is restored from the original structure. It really is a delightful tropical hideaway.The island where it is located really was one of. Bonnie. The name that Chloegave me fit me as perfectly as every article of clothing in this room.My mind was still filing and sorting data. I knew now that once Istepped out of Chloe's door I had one mission- to breed with my formerself. It was an urge so incredibly strong I didn't know what I wouldhave done if he'd said no. I looked at myself in the mirror. How couldanyone say no to this awesome creature? I cupped my boobs, then letthem go, watching them quiver ever so slightly. I could.