Cartwright who was seated behind an imposing desk with a younger man who looked to be in his mid-thirties standing by his side. He was introduced as H...nry Cartwright, his son. David took an immediate liking to the father and son with their bluff and friendly mannerisms.He outlined his requirement for a box magazine fed bolt-action rifle firing a smokeless bullet. Mr. Cartwright sat back in his chair. “Henry is the authority on such weapons as you have described,” he murmured. “Perhaps it would. They had heard muffled cries coming from their parent’s room earlier but could not make their minds up whether they were of pain or pleasure. Now, Mom was damn near doing a striptease in the living room. Unsure whether their parents had found out about them and Tony, they decided to simply shut their mouths and bug out after dinner as soon as possible. Maybe this would all settle out tomorrow.For her part, Anita had never felt so sexual in her entire life. While John frequently told her that he. " Yeah, I feel pretty much the same," Brian agreed and squeezed me one more time. "I'm thinking we had better be getting back. Miri didn't give you to me for the whole night and I'm sure she is anxious to interrogate you." Oh, I'm sure," I laughed.I got up off the couch and immediately noticed an aspect of sex with a man that I hadn't thought much about before. I felt the sticky goo Brian had left in me begin to drain out of me, running down my leg. I stifled a sound and ran to the bathroom. You are my own answered prayer."We've had this conversation before, and it makes her smile. "You prayed for a fourteen year old Guatemalan refugee?" Giggle. "YOUR prayer caused me to go through ALL that tribulation? Why couldn't you have prayed for that girl that runs the checkout at the supermarket?" Because she's not a magical creature of the forest who causes me to dream..." For that, I get a kiss on the nose."Besides, I've seen your birth certificate. You're eighteen." Yes, I am. And I am.