I figured we would need to throw the barrels away after we used the guns. I didn't know exactly what to do about the Bushmaster. I might need to make ... trip to a gun show and buy a throw away replacement.The next week, I asked who would like to go to Kansas with me for a flying trip. Andie wanted to go, so we got the stock ready and we left out in the Excursion two days later.We went to Kansas City for the big gun show of the year. Andie looked around and bought a pistol like her dad's and a. Not even the moon dared to shine on this most taboo of meetings. I sat down on the edge of the bed, terrified of the unknown. I felt a hand softly touch my face and I looked up, only to have lips meet mine.They were soft, yet unrelentless in their insistence. I felt my lips part of their own volition, Eric's tongue slipping in to war with mine. I moaned into his mouth.Neither of us said a word. We just allowed instinct take over, our clothes quickly becoming less of a barrier. His hands. I shrugged my shoulders in a nonchalant manner, 'I like to blow a cock, but I like to get feedback, as well as a mouthful', I continued, and as I spoke I could see she was on edge, looking nervously around the bar, her nipples visibly growing out of her tight top, for a moment I thought she was on a high with an i*****l substance, but no, Chyrl needed a fuck and it was bubbling forth.WE left and hailed a taxi and jumped-in, 'Club Paradise', was all she said, and the driver, a coloured guy. Using both of his hands to spread my ass cheeks, he gazed at my ripped ass hole. "Oh wow, that looks so hot...almost like pussy lips." I'm glad he liked them, I was still getting used to feeling that golf ball between my cheeks. Almost instantly, I felt his lips attach themselves to mine. My ASSPUSSY lips. I think I was losing my asshole, and now had a pussy back there. A CUNT, if you will. Jim ate my asshole...errr...PUSSY for what seemed like quite a while. Holding on to my hips, he pushed.