There’s a whole room full of weapons that were used in movies.”Margie shook her head. “I know you said you’d never fired a real gun in your li...e before. I don’t get it, if your folks had all those guns and you were there when they made all those war movies.”“Simple. They’re fake guns. And this is Hollywood. I could point a finger at you, and the special effects department could make the sound, use a squib to have blood spurt, and everyone would think I shot you with my finger. Dad collected. There was something about the way Lynn was looking at me that kept the excitement going.We talked for a good amount of time, but as sometimes happens on a lazy weekend afternoon, we all nodded off for a nap, right there on the bed. I am not sure how much time had passed, but I awoke and realized that sometime during my nap I had started using Lynn's thigh as a pillow.As I slowly regained consciousness, I appreciated the smoothness and softness of her skin as well as the pleasant smell of her. She certainly didn't seem to have any inhibitions in either her vocal eruptions, or with her actions as her fingernails dug deeply into his ass cheeks pulling as hard as she could with every forward thrust. His thoughts about cumming directly into her womb overloaded his urge to hold out to prolong the pleasure, as he felt the seed start to fire down the length of his nine inch cock.Pressing his cock-head up against the rubber opening, Reed felt a torrent of cum blast from the tip of his cock. I could see a small breast pump sitting there. It was still on. It was sucking air and spitting out milk in the back seat. My mouth fell open. I turned my head. I guess the woman driving. Was using her breast pump. She got distracted and ran into the back of my SUV. What the fuck? Was all I could think. I then reached down to grab the breast pump. I turned it off and put in my coat pocket. I looked around, outside the minivan. There was still nobody around. I then fell back with.