We came across this gun jammed into the paneling and I bought it. Wasn’t much. Took me ten years to restore it.”“Pa, I want this gun,” I said....There wasn’t any question in my mind. I’m sure every Colt Navy felt exactly the same, but damn it! I’d held this one in my hands before. I knew it.“Whoa! Nobody said it was for sale,” Kurt said. “Course, I’d trade it for your Pa’s Smith and Wessons. That would be even.”“No!” I answered before Pa could say anything. “Those guns belong at the ranch. If you. ‘Special?’ I asked with a grin on my face. ‘Yes, special. You know exactly what I’m saying, ‘ she said with a smile. If you’ve been reading my stories here, then you already know that Tracey and I are in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship. Her boyfriend attends another college across the state but she sends him photos of her all the time. The funny thing is that I took most of the really hot pictures she’s sent to him. She’s convinced him that she uses a timer and tripod. I think he. The Mile-High Club was pretty much dead, nowadays.A black and white skater dress was next. I shook my head. The neckline was too high, with an Oriental collar, and the hem, while cute, wasn’t going to flare nearly as much as my wardrobe on set at the station did. After laying it aside, I pulled out a gold d****d-front top, held up by two bikini strings, and a black satin miniskirt. The skirt was a tad long, actually, hemmed at my knees, and not the length I normally wore. This became my plan. Aaj unhone bilkul he maheen kapre ki nighty pahni thi our uske under lace ke kapre ki bra our panty pahni thi.sub kuch saaf- saaf najar aa raha tha.aaj pahli bar maine mausi ko ek bharpur aurat ke roop main mahsoos kiya.mujhe apni our taakte dekh mausi uttejit ho uthi. Unhone mera haath pakar kar apni chunchi per rakh diya our mujse lipat gayi our muje kiss karne lagi.jawan jism ka spersh paaker mere sharir main harkat hone lagi our mujh per nasha sa chane laga.mausi ki gam-garm sanse meri.