I had to take care so that the first shot wouldn't torque the whole thing into a corkscrew yet it didn't weight fifty pounds.Buying ammunition was an ...nder-the-table job that I worked through an intermediary at a gun show. He had an Illinois FOID card and wasn't afraid to use it.I had to be very careful about having those weapons. I was committing a felony just by owning them and/or the ammunition.Come spring I headed back south with 12-volt lights, switches, wiring, wall boxes and a waterproof. In the past, I had the occasional tryst at these kinds of meetings, but there was something about this one that felt more serious, and I was both aroused and nervous. There was a sharp knock at the door, and I opened it, to find Jack, who had changed into more casual clothing. He stepped into the room gave me a hungry once over, and kissed me again. I led him to the couch, and we sat down. ‘Take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable,’ I said, and he did. We briefly discussed dinner,. ‘Okay,’ I agreed. ‘It’s easier if you take deep breaths.’ She started to breathe deeply, her tits rising and falling into a delicious rhythm. ‘Stephanie, you are getting very relaxed. Your eyelids are getting heavy. Your shoulders are starting to slump and you are feeling very peaceful.’ ‘Mmmm….’ ‘You feel like you want to close your eyes and sleep.’ ‘Mmmm ….’ ‘Go ahead and sleep, Steph. You will still be able to hear and understand me. Okay.’ ‘Okay.’ Stephanie’s eyes closed and her head rolled. Then I realized I was pushing my hips towardhim to meet his thrusts. We fell into matched tempos, with me makingwordless pleas that could have been for him to stop... or keep going. Iwas sniffling and blinking, my mind swirling with confusion. At one pointhe laughed out loud. He stared into my eyes. Rubbed his cheek against mycalf. But never stopped his pile driver assault on my defenselessness."What's the matter, Cookie?" he wanted to know. "Are you enjoying his waytoo much? Hmmm? Do.