I have a pair of AR-15s in five five six NATO, a pair of Ruger Ten Twenty Twos for plinking, and a Winchester DBM in thirty aught six. The handguns ar... stowed in the bottom nightstand drawers; a pair of H and Ks in forty caliber, and a pair of Smith and Wesson Shields in nine millimeter.” I closed the rifle stowage, and opened the cabinets. “Ammo, cleaning supplies, range bags and other assorted things are in here.”“Where are the rocket launchers,” she quipped with a grin.“I had to leave them. So be a good boy and lock that door, we wouldn’t be needing any interruption now would we?” she said picking each word to tease him as much as possible. Lynda watched his tight butt as he hurried off to lock the door, and then she laughed softly as she remembered something. At first she wasn’t going to say anything, but the devil on her shoulder urged her on. “Talking about intrusions, it might not exactly be a bad idea if your rather jealous secretary were to walk in on us now would it?” If. I slid my arms around her as she pressed her lips to mine. As our lips moved together, she reached to the belt tied around her waist and untied it, allowing it and her dress to fall from her to the floor. I almost didn’t notice as the dress dissolved into nothing as she stepped out of the puddle of it and back into my arms. As our lips met once more, she whispered softly, ‘Take me, Tre. Take me hard and fast.’ She reached up and stroked my cheek, her lips still against mine before whispering,. "I have to get Man hot before he'll do anything. This means I have to have his undivided attention. If you were in the room, it would confuse him until he gets going. Do you understand?" Tell me, Rose," he heard himself asking. "Have you done this often with the dog?" I've done it many times with many dogs," she answered unashamedly, looking him straight in the eye. "I was born on a farm. I grew up there. When I was thirteen, we had a big male collie that I taught to screw me every day or so. I.