“Oh. It would be great to see you, but I understand.” Morgan sorrowed. “But if you did come, I’d let you shoot my new gun some. It’s not a r...fle though. You might not like it because it’s not a rifle.”“If it’s not a rifle, what is it?” asked Olé.“Skeet says really is a gun! An over and under combo gun. An air-gun-shotgun combination. The shotgun is a pump action 20 gauge in a bull-pup stock, but with a .25 cal HPA barrel on top. It’s not rifled but has a hop-up gizmo at the muzzle that makes it. Walt was a nice guy, always joking with me and wanting to know if there was anything he could do for me.He was in his early fifties ,stood about 6ft 3in tall not real muscular but not a skinny man by no means.He also had been a reserve Army drill sergeant.He had a shaved head since had began to bald.No facial hair.They walked into the living room where I was sitting talking and laughing and sat down on the couch.He sat beside her with some space in between them.My mom explained to me she had. Passing by the mid-town arena, I noticed that the Tranny Siberian Orchestra was playing tonight, but sold out as usual. I didn’t much care, I’d seen them before a couple of dozen times. Even the holiday classics, like ‘Who are you doing New Year’s Eve’, ‘Blue Balls Christmas’ and ‘I Saw Mommy Blowing Santa Claus’ can get stale over the decades.The show I really wanted to see, the Slutcracker, was completely sold out, and had been for weeks. This classic performance of Tchaikovsky’s timeless. I told her to get used to it and then I grabbed her bottoms, which were really just panties, and pulled them off!Her initial response was to scream "oh my god! I can't believe you just did that! I'm totally naked!" I laughed and reminded her that I was as well. She kept her hands over her twat for a few minutes but eventually seemed to forget about it and in no time her arms were on the side of the tub!. I got out and handed her the bottle of tequila and told her I had to pee.I went inside and.