”“Oh, Sweetie! I will miss you! Get home as soon as you can,” she gushed. “I can’t wait to see you!”“I will be in touch, Darling. Sorry ... woke you up. sleep tight and dream of me,” I finished.“I will,” she promised. Did I hear her giggle as she hung up the cell?I dialed my home phone and it rang fine. I considered answering my call and having a brilliant conversation with myself, but didn’t have the heart for it. I went up to our room and searched under the bed and any place a person could. A double barreled shotgun would be adequate, but, again, it was awkward to reload in the heat of combat. Stan thought that what he really needed was a double barreled shotgun which was easy and fast to reload. The reloading convenience would be solved by loading at the hammers, but how was he to manage that?The French had introduced the paper "cartridge" some time ago; he could use that to hold the powder and the shot, but how was he to set off the charge? The percussion cap might solve that. Now that our business is over, would you like to fuck?”Now it is not every day a 50 year old man has a drop-dead gorgeous girl ask such a thing so it took me a while to consider her proposal. Then after two seconds I told her hell yeah and I drained the rest of my bottled water!She had me strip except for my underwear and then tied me down across the foot of the bed. She then picked up her bag and went to the bath room. When she came out a few minutes later she had on only her tiny blue lace. She caught his eye, and gave him her wide, loving smile. Her familiar face was madeup more heavily, more lewdly, than he had ever seen in all their years together. She wore a loose, bright version of the native smock, that was tight at the chest and hips, but blousey otherwise. The bounce of her tits, and the swing in her hips, seemed almost seductive. He felt his cock leap to hardness, and before he could adjust it, he saw her eyes focus on his tented pants, and her smile widened.She got to.