The laptop booted up fine and Trudy was back in the room steaming wrapped in a towel she came over and started to massage my shoulders“how you doing...?” “All sorted its working fine your presentation is all ready to go”,“Oh your P.A. called" and I explained about the rescheduled meeting“Oh really" she smiled and carried on massaging my shoulders she lent down and kissed me full on the lips and whispered“so we have time to care of that bulge of yours”she eased her towel off and sat on my lap "I. "I promise I'll never ask you again."Then she took off the panties, spread her legs, and started sliding one finger in and out of her pussy.A guy can only take so much ... you know?When I get mad I don't think too clearly. Like I said, it doesn't happen often, but when it does it's a lightning quick super hot flash that consumes my entire mind. I just react. Usually I say something. Sometimes I say something really wild or stupid, like the time my best friend, Don Hamner did something - I can't. When we and your Grandma were courting.' he said thoughtfully. 'Great!' I replied. We all sat down for dinner, and chatted casually about this and that while eating, and for sometime afterwards too. The point came around 7pm when the conversation turned, and I was able to casually ask my Grandpa 'Oh, that reminds me, would you be able to help me with my homework?' 'Sure honey.' was his reply. I wasn't sure what would happen, or if he expected anything to happen, but after the last week or so, I. This time, Bolivar got off three grenades before the men were dispersed too much to be good targets, but he did manage to wound more men this time. For some reason or other, the horses were brought under control more easily and quickly than last time, so the cowboys were able to charge the house, firing their pistols and shotguns. Jason was right about the type of shotguns in use. The cowboys fired off two shots from the double barreled weapons and dropped them to start shooting their pistols..