I think that I earned a lot of female admirers that night, as did Deadly Shooter.After the meal, and while we were still sober enough to do it, I insi...ted that Deadly Shooter join me in cleaning our guns. This was not something normally done by the Indians of any tribe, and it explained why their guns went to hell so fast. Black powder, after burning, leaves a residue in the gun that needs to be cleaned out. The residue is highly corrosive and can pit a barrel in only a few hours in damp. “Who?” She asked skeptically.I took a deep breath; she’d told me the truth, she deserved the same from me.“Diane.”Delores looked genuinely shocked.“Your AUNT Diane?” she demanded, “Never misses church on Sunday Diane? Holy mother of God, Tommy!”“And all I could think of was you. I knew you were having an affair with my uncle. I don’t care about who was with who before. I thought the same thing, it’s just sex that made me feel that way, but it’s more than that, Delores; I’m crazy for you. I need. I started to undress when she stopped me. "Let me do that." She slowly unbuttoned my shirt one button after the other. As each button opened, she would kiss my newly exposed skin, and then drag her fingernails over the same area. The sensation was incredible. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, down to my elbows and left it there. She then knelt before me, loosened my belt, and pulled in slowly out through the loops. She unzipped my pants. I struggled for a moment with the shirt but Melissa. At least 15 years their senior, I had no problem playing it cool and looked her right in the eye and said “I am six one and 270.” She maintained eye contact and smiled wryly and said: “You know that’s not what I meant.”“I know but I thought I would at least tell you my name is Mike and to answer your actual question, more than big enough,” I answered. “But at the risk of being the first person in this conversation to ask a rude question, why do you ask?”“Well,” she said, playing with the cherry.