My husband was away on a substitute deputy sheriff job over to the fairgrounds for the firearms sale and trade get together open to one and all. Anyon... over the age of eighteen could boy a rifle in our county including those mean-looking assault rifles that everyone wanted because they seemed so accurate and deadly.My daddy had taught me it wasn’t the speed of your draw or the caliber of your bullet that won the day, but the accuracy of where you put that round sooner rather than later all. So my wife was legit furious. She went on crusade. She made phone calls, filed complaints, wrote nasty emails. It was tense around our house for that month and not only because the recyclables were piling up in our garage.On the third Monday of that summer month several years ago, my wife was up well before dawn and watching for the trash man. When he climbed down outta his truck and opened the lid of our recycling bin to evidently scrutinize the contents, my wife charged outta the front door. Chris lifted his head, dripping with her juices from his nose to his chin ‘OK, that was fun, but I need to be inside of you’ he growled, standing up, pulling her to the edge of the bed, sliding his hard cock up and down her juicy slit, teasing her, ‘ok, fuck Me NOW!’ pleaded Shea, ‘as you wish’ replied Chris, impaling her pussy with 7 inches of rock hard cock. ‘OH, fuck yea’ growled Shea ‘that’s what I’ve been craving all night.’ They get a good rhythm going, his balls slapping her ass, they’re. " Crystal answered in a low, soft whisper, "Oh, hi sweetie; so nice of you to call. What can I do for you?" Not wanting to catch her at a bad time, so I asked, "Crystal, is this a good time to talk?" Crystal replied, "Sure Roger; I just got out of bed and fixed my first cup of coffee." The conversation was going as planned, I continued, "So, are you OK meeting Ray and me on Friday night?" Crystal stretching her words, "Oh yes sweetie; both of my holes loved to be filled." I began to be.