')Costume Gun: MichelleBy Heather St. ClaireHi. My name is Michelle Guptill, I'm 44 years old, and I'm dying of lungcancer. I don't have an ounce of s...lf-pity, because I brought all ofthis on myself. I do feel terrible guilt, though, about the fourteenagers I'm leaving behind, as my death will leave them orphans. It'sbeen nine years since we lost their father, my husband Bert.What beautiful children they are. Grace is 17, Abigail is 15, Jacob is14 and Emma is 12, and they are the greatest of. Across the street from our bike was a family leaving in their horse-drawn buggy. Next to their home was a close line draped with various garments. Once they disappeared around the corner, and while again checking for witnesses, I quickly borrowed an item that was inspired by the lady from the store. I then returned to a soundly sleeping husband.His first groggy response was that of someone woken by a loud noise. “Wha… wha… what’s that?” The cobwebs were thick, as thick as my warm mouth had made. But on the inside, when it came to sexual matters, the young woman was about as nasty and insatiable as any single person could be.Throughout her entire adult life - even dating back to her pre-porn days, Suzi had always been very carefree and wild when it came to sex. She loved all types, but her absolute favorite were those hot, nasty gang-bangs where a large group of men (anywhere from five to eight) would get together and fuck her all at once.Despite her lusty habits, however, Suzi retained. Then she continued, “Right now we have some talking to do, about our family history and your sexuality. But before I start to tell that, tell me if you two have been sexually active with each other?”Both of us blushed as we murmured that we had been.Mom did not say anything, she looked at us for what seemed like an eternity before speaking. “I see. Well, you are both very attractive and I suspected as much. However, there are many correct ways to have sex and there are also a few that are.