My wife came to the bedroom and asked if I could go the neighbor’s house, I gladly accepted and followed my neighbor to her house.She did not ring t...e bell, so her husband could not be at home. She opened the door with her keys and invited me in. Offered me a cold-drink, as it was hot I accepted and asked her what is the matter with her TV. She said she could not get Star World (one of the favorite English channels aired) and then disappeared out of the room.I switched the TV on and started. We both felt the attraction lick our skin as we drifted apart. I watched your eyes roaming up and down my body with out any shame. You wanted to take me to your bed right then, but you swallowed your need as a wave of an unfamiliar lack of confidence washed over you. Instead you took my hand as I moved through the open door and gave me your number, a bashful and boyish smile on your face. I cooed at your blushing cheeks.Now you were cursing yourself alone in your room with your length already. The headings were: WEAPON | MUSEUM NUMBER | COUNTRY | SERIAL NUMBER | YEAR MFG | VALUE | CONDITION |Each carrier held a weapon with the same information on an embossed brass tag hardwired to the frame. There was also a lead seal with the museum acquisition number stamped into the seal. The books were getting the same information. Jack was interested.A typical entry:Beretta Model 1918 | 10 | Albania | xxxxxx | 1936 | 1,000 | UF |Breda modello 30 | 11 | Albania | xxxxxx |1939 | 5,000 | UF |U.S.A.. I was shocked that made my cock hard and I dropped the report on the floor. These fucking perverts were having an effect on me. I got up and went into the kitchen and poured a shot of whiskey, then a second. Fucking asshole must have been from California. All the perverts live out there. Or New Fucking York. I took a frozen burrito out of the freezer and tossed it in the microwave, watched it turn around and sizzle and pop. Nothing worked. When I sat down, my cock was still hard. I picked up.