Even the largest space station there was, appeared much less busy at this time, at least around Rim Sector Blue 122.Roy had left everything providing ...im with the usual comfort behind, All his weapons: Vibro-Machete, Combat-Knife, back-up blaster, and of course his TKU 12. It was Sam who strongly recommended leaving these things behind when reporting for Boot-Camp. He was alone, not his beloved Partner was with him, nor elusive Cara. He often wondered whatever had become of her. Neither was his. Every time I go into a town with a gunsmith, I just have to stop and look over the wares. I almost never buy anything except ammunition, but I do like to talk to the gunsmith to hear what are the latest developments in a critical tool of my trade.The gunsmith in Amarillo was a revelation! He showed me a couple of items new to me: the Winchester 1873 model in .44-40 caliber and a companion Smith & Wesson top break pistol, also in .44-40 caliber. The only thing that kept me from buying both on. I brought both hands slowly up lightly tracing her curves from her hips until I cupped her breasts.“Have you ever had a patron touch your breasts like this?” I said as I lifted them and squeezed.“No.” with a very passion it sighs fell lightly over her lips.“Have you ever had a patron suck on your nipples?” I said as I pulled her tit up.“Never,” she said as she watched.I leaned over and put one nipple into my mouth and sucked.“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I licked and sucked and nibbled on each tit.. I'd alternate this stroke with one that would press both palms on either side of her inner lips or nymphae and squeeze them. These I alternated with a third stroke. With this one I used my fingers gliding up her thighs and then ran my index fingers up the slit of her labia and her nymphae and on either side of her thickening clitoris. This last move would draw a moan from Marcy.Soon Marcy opened her thighs indicating that she wanted me to focus on those parts of her body that were giving her so.