You touch yourself again, deeper this time much to the delight of the throbs coursing my body, and offer your fingers to me. I lick them clean. You da...ce over, remove my linen shirt and unbuckle my belt, my shutter clicking open and closed all the time. You unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I lie down on the blanket and slip my trainers off. You help me remove my jeans, 'accidentally' caressing my bulge. I twitch, smiling. 'Hmmmm Batman pants. Sexy,' you say, the geek in you poking through. 'But. You see I liked to save up for special days like this and I hadn’t jacked off in a week. I fast forwarded thru the credits and got right into the heart of the movie. It was about a mom who gets turned on by her son having sex. I was well into the scene where she masturbates in her bedroom while her son fucks some nubile honey on the living room couch. Her son was taking this big busted blond from behind on the family couch. She was moaning and wailing about his big dick fucking her. His mom was. I bought some things for you and I wanted to showthem to you so take a seat and I'll go get them."The room was still very dim; thankfully she had left the blinds closed.She had several packages with her as she re-entered the room and sheflipped on the light switch with her elbow as passed it.The first thing was a very pretty wig, it looked like dark auburn.Placing it on my head she spent quite some time adjusting it till she wassatisfied and pinned it in place. The pretty hair fell to just. My back was to the bed and its occupants as I straightened up. I heard the unmistakable sound of what I have always called a "dry fire!" That is the sound made when a firing pin hits an empty chamber. I always keep the firing pin on an empty chamber. I even keep the next chamber empty, just for safety, since cocking the gun brings that chamber in line with the pin. I must have missed the sound of the gun being cocked as I zipped my suitcase.I knew that if it the gun was cocked again, it would.