Anne covered them with her arms, embarrassed by their appearance, I reassured her that I was fully aware that she was 63 years old and that it wasn’... anything unexpected, I explained that I still found older women attractive.I began kissing her neck as my hands slid up her tights covered thighs, she moaned in pleasure as I could feel her relaxing. She whispered into my ear that what we were doing was so wrong and that she wasn’t sure she could look her daughter in the face after this. I. The actual projectile was essentially what we had been using in the first version of the gun.The magazine for the gun was a classic box style. The magazine held 10 rounds, and the capacity of the air bottle was increased to allow shooting 30 rounds before it had to be replaced. The resulting gun and ammunition had a bone-breaking range of about 20-25 feet and a range of 50 feet or more to produce a painful strike. We felt that was adequate for the applications we expected of the gun.When Mom. Unfortunately it was empty, unmade and apparently never slept in. I sighed and collapsed on the bed."She never came back, huh?" Patricia asked, rolling over and flicking the hair out of her eyes."No," Allison answered. "She never came in all night."When I glanced at her, arching my eyebrow in question, she blushed. "Being a 'party girl', I'm used to staying up nights. And carrying large amounts of cash on me, I'm also quick to wake up at the slightest disturbance."I nodded, that little mystery. We pulled into a parking lot and he parked. I frowned. “What are we doing here?” He laughed. “I forgot to tell you, our cottage is on that little island in the middle.” He gestured towards the small heap of rocks in the middle of the lake. "We have to go the rest of the way by boat.” “That’s so...” I couldn’t quite grasp the word. “Cool?” he said with a smirk. I stuck my tongue out at him. “I was going to say adventurous.” He laughed and started to pull our suitcases out of the flatbed of the.