Everything slid and moved, as it should. The heaviness was gone out of the trigger, and I commented that it felt better than new. Ken was pleased that...I liked his work.We finally fronted up to some paper targets. When it was my turn, I pulled the weapon and fired two shots. I flicked on the back-light and was satisfied there was only one obvious hole, and it was roughly, where it should be.I then placed my next thirteen shots. We had a game where dad made me shoot the outer ring. I had to place. Biting her plump lower lip, Cat began to doubt what she was feeling, but soon found herself massaging the alien into herself. It was so delicate, subtle, in its motions, managing to tickle every nerve in a new pattern. Her mind was going wild and finally she gave in to the sexual advance. The symbiote had never had this flavor of desire before, this sexual heat that was radiating at her core. It began to explore further, tasting her juices as they collected on her inner walls. It was far more. She told me it was alright, she was happy I approved, another smile. What a beautiful smile. She repeated herself and asked if I'd like to go somewhere less crowded to visit, she wanted to know more about me. I told her I only live a few miles away, I could make us tea at my house, before I even got it all out she stood and said "let's go". Her rental was parked in the same lot as my car and I told her to just follow me.When we got to my place I asked if she'd like a tea or I could pour us. A lilting violin piece echoed through the room and after listening to it for a moment, Lynette frowned at the slow and boring pace. “Olympus, play ... something fun!”An upbeat pop tune blasted into the bathroom and Lynette bobbed her head in time with the beat, a happy grin quickly spreading across her face. She soon found herself singing along to the cheerful music as she soaped down her lithe figure. The physical changes she’d undergone hadn’t just rejuvenated her 52-year-old body into that.