John, well he was his usual John self, but he again showed signs of maturity when he was given advice on how to further his shooting skill set. All in...all, we had a great time. The instructor took a group photo of everyone together holding their gun in front of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us.Once the training class was over, I felt it was time for another great lunch at Fred’s favorite Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back. She felt her pussy tingle, and wondered if her dew was dripping onto her exposed hairs erupting from the sides of her suit.She waited a few moments until he put his phone away, happy with the jerk-off material he'd captured. Then she yawned, pretending to wake up, standing and stretching, facing away from him, bending a bit at the waist, knowing her meaty white ass was partially exposed, the backs of her tight thighs rippling with toned muscle beneath her sexy old skin."One good thing about. "John felt a twinge of foreboding. "I don't know. There'ssomething about that old woman."Marty shook his head. "What's she going to do? Toss us out?"He started toward the door, then noticed the rule board. "Hey, itsays we're supposed to shower off first." He scoffed at what hethought was a silly rule.John frowned at his friend's seeming indifference. "We better.Regular members probably do, and if we don't, they mightsuspect we didn't pay."Marty thought for a second. "You're probably right." He. “You would get it when you turned thirty-five, married for a minimum of eight years and have at least one child.”“You are a very rich man, Steve.” Nancy added. “But not for long.”“Fred Lancaster has put your money in a sort of trust and invested it in mutual funds. Today it should have doubled.”“Oh God!” Nancy screamed. “I’m one in forty million. I never thought that the porn industry was so lucrative.”Steve looked at his wife with hate and anger.“On that same day I met Nancy and told her about.