Look at them, all grinning and smug. White bread from a cookie cutter.That wife of his - in their twenty-five years of marriage she'd neverdone more t...an moan softly on those increasingly rare occasions when shefinally let him fuck her.She was probably already pretty cobwebbed herself, unless - yeah, sheprobably fucked herself raw with a carrot every morning, standing infront of the sink in her fucking apron like a stuffy 50s airheaded joke,cramming the full length of the longest, pointiest. "I think I could deal with that. We have all night, after all... or at least as long as your movie collection holds out." She laughed before wrapping her lips around his large cock once more, starting with a teasingly slow stroke, then moving quicker once more."Oh god, k-keep going." He said as his hands went to the back of her head. He began to thrust slighly towards her as her mouth came down the shaft. "You're good." He grunted."I hope so." she said between quick and otherwise rhythmic. " Jason and the others boys looked a little disappointed. "Yes next time guys, it's a bit late now," Barry agreed. It was now around four thirty in the afternoon so Barry started to round his crew up and prepare them for the drive back to town. Drew went to the kitchen and wrapped a leg of the roast lamb for them to take home. There was far too much for him to keep. He was sure that the family would appreciate it for dinner tomorrow night."Now make sure you bring the boys out again one weekend. They proved that was the case, they were a good team.But their old gun was tired. Any gun has a service life, after which the barrel lining needs replacing. The rifling wears and doesn't grip the shell as well. 'Windage' occurs when the gasses are permitted to escape between the shell and barrel. All shells wobble in flight, but that from a worn gun can sometimes even tumble, making accuracy pretty much a matter of chance. Their gun had exceeded its service life, but there was little chance it.