” I had demonstrated the loading process while I described it. I then handed Granny the gun and watched her load it while I coached her through the ...rocedure. “Keep this here in the kitchen or somewhere that’s easy for you to get to. Keep this tin box of cartridges and a cap box nearby.”“This is a rifle for the boy. It fires small bullets and is easy to use. You don’t have to give it to him yet, but he has to go to the gunsmith for lessons when you do. He can bring squirrels and rabbits home if. .. a bloody arohim warrior from the stories!”Smythe chuckled. “Of course, I want you, woman! You’ve been the high point of my day enough times for me to know I want you around as long as I can have you. I think you’ll make a wonderful arondur, too, if you’re interested.”Elsa’s lips finding his again was all the answer Smythe needed. Opening his vala, he performed the melding. They gasped as one as it took hold, and Smythe smiled as he once again felt what it was like to share his soul with. We moved and sat on the bed as I licked each nipple in turn her arm over my shoulder her moaning getting louder. Moving my hand across her chub I bunched up her skirt as my hand moved up the inside of her thigh, typical flabby granny thighs. Soon reaching the front of her knickers I rubbed her gash as her moaning increased. It was soon apparent that she was close to climaxing as I rubbed her firmly her legs as far apart as she could spread them, my fingers moving fast, then she came and groaned. A woman gasps in shock. I can't see, and I don't want to get caught so I stop. She must have heard my sopping cunt getting filled and the ringing from behind the stall. The bathroom door opens and closes again, then silence.Fuck. I stand still— waiting, listening. The door opens again. Security? Footsteps approach. Looking under the stall, I see a pair of grey suede boots march my way with purpose. Chunky two-inch heels clack on the bathroom tile. Fuck.Hand still jammed halfway up my cunt, I.