Dad gasped, "Oh shit, that must be room service. I forgot that I ordered it last night when you were in the bathroom. Stay right there. Don't move a m...scle."All I could think is that dad wanted to give the room service attendant a cheap thrill as my ass and pussy were facing directly at the door to the room. Dad strolled over to the door wearing nothing with his cock still hard and covered with my pussy juice. He motioned for the guy to come in. I looked over my shoulder and when the guy saw me. We began swapping tales of what we like to do and have done to us. It started to get graphic, but we didn't mind at all. They were a very nice pair. The wife was pretty and shapely. The husband was good looking and in good shape. Leaning forward and putting a hand on her knee, his wife asked of mine, "What do you think of swapping husbands for some fun?" My wife turned to look at me. I saw in her eyes the way they shifted to the husband that she found him alluring, and the thought tantalizing. . . inhale its odour, sense its warmth, revel in the sickly sweet stench of preum.And when she holds me firmly by the ankles as she stands at the side of the bed, and takes me deeply and roughly with that magnificent cock, I close my eyes and delight in the power of her penetration, stretching my arse muscle, filling my bowel and sending a delectabel pressure back upwards into my stomach so that I feel as tough this penis has possessed me for a moment, has become my core. And after many minutes. Some of the magazines were really amazing. You had extended thirty round magazines for some pistols that stuck out the bottom of the regular handgrip, and some assault weapon types could accommodate a hundred rounds or more in military issue circular magazines.What we needed was something vastly simpler. Eliminate the rules on what was or wasn’t an assault weapon. Simply state that civilians couldn’t own automatic weapons and couldn’t use magazines with more than a ten-round capacity.The NRA.