I was not sure what had gotten into her, not that she is not enthusiastic usually. She was kissing me, one hand on my back, the other caressing my ass... I wrapped my arms around her and we were really getting hot. She was wearing only panties and stopped for a second to pull my top off. We started kissing again, our tongues duelling hotly, when she lifted me up her hand supporting me as she cupped my ass. I wrapped my legs around me and she walked me backwards and we lowered onto her bed. She tensed as my hand moved to stroke and circle her mound. She jumped a little as my fingers brushed the tiny but a bit puffy pussy lips and pressed lightly against her clit. There was NO hair so she must have shaved. Now my other hand slipped down and I was delighted to find she had the softest mound meat, so fine it was hardly there. Further down between her legs she was all smooth and hairless. My hand stroked her pussy lips and she started rubbing back against it, pushing hard as I poked. She had worked hard and earned everything that she got. Now she had the career and money. She was a senior vice president of a marketing company with 40 people reporting to her. It was rewarding and paid a great salary, but it was also a high-pressure job. She would have gladly given it all up for a house full of k**s and a good man. While Jennifer firmly believed in equal opportunity for women, she also believed that woman should have the right to choose her career path. A soccer mom and. Getting the grip safety to work reliably was the most difficult problem, but I finally got that resolved.I had some trouble getting the grip tailored to fit the user's hand until it dawned on me to use a bar of soap as raw material to carve a suitable grip. I admit to dragging out the work with Amy as I really enjoyed her company and holding her hand.Cutting the barrels to length and polishing them was trivial after all the other work, but I finally had the guns ready after nearly a month of.