I think both of us have a little bit of OCD. As we got ready to go, I asked if she would carry a pistol."I haven't fired a pistol in a long time but I...guess I can. I have hunted some back home so I am pretty good with a rifle."I smiled, "That's good. Let's get you outfitted and then we'll go out."I had a thirty-two automatic with holster and she demonstrated its operation to me. She knew more about guns than she had said! I had opened my gun closet and she was nosing about.She pulled a shotgun. .. yes that had to be it.I walked back into the common room. Jon was sitting next to the fire, drinking from a tea cup. The jewelry bag rested on the table.It was a simple rucksack, with coarse draw strings and a burn mark along the edge. It looked like a peasants feed bag. I moved to sit down. I avoided the chair Maria and I had just made love on ... somehow it didn't seem right."Is everything in place?" I asked.Jon nodded, and untied the string on the sack. With the utmost care, he poured the. It turned out that they both lived in different parts of a nearby town and after their great sex session they vowed to meet again in the near future.They had exchanged phone numbers but over the two days following the wedding neither contacted the other because both were wondering if the other would still be interested in them in different circumstances. Neither of them were drunk at the wedding but the alcohol that they had consumed plus the occasion had them now both wondering if the other. I wonder if I got on my knees on the floor and put my nose to the spot where she sits, whether I could smell some trace of her pussy, or maybe the sweetness of her ass mingling with the sweaty musk of her cunt. As I look for some of her personal items, I see a plastic bag in the drawer. I open the drawer and take out the bag, heart beginning to race as I realize it is her jogging outfit. She has a hat, her jogging bra, a spare pair of socks, and, my throat tightens, a pair of lace panties. I.