My clit throbbed and pulsed with my pounding heartbeat.My tangy musk lingered in the air around me. My breasts rose and fell, my breath coming so fast... Flashes of the dream washed through my mind. Mr. Belmont was such a hunk. He didn't just teach me, but also those twins and my mother. He taught us all.She had blown him. I could remember that. Just sucking on his cock. And we'd done things with each other. That was how masterful Mr. Belmont was. He could teach any woman to do any act. And I. She didn't look like someone who had just been kissed -- I, on the other hand was completely flustered. 'This is getting interesting,' I surveyed her more diligently. 'Don't you have a class?' 'I was supposed to deliver a birthday present from the department to our most boring professor,' she pouted. 'Oh my goodness! I've got another present for you.' She sat on my desk and produced a package from her handbag which she handed to me. I opened it slowly and pulled out a pair of silky. The next had brass plates. The barrel read '1866 Winchester .44 RF'. I recognized it as an early 'yellowboy' but I'd never seen one in a rim-fire cartridge before!The third was marked '1874 Sharps .45-70'. Behind the rear sight was a small nipple. It clicked in my head when I then saw the name 'Creedmoor' on the small wooden boxes. I lay the rifle back down and opened a box. Yep, three range-marked hinged sights with a sliding peephole on each of them. Each box had three sights, one for short,. I willgratuitously oblige you by telling you exactly what I look like, sodream on. I'm 5 foot 7; always wear heels to look taller; to intimidatemen who are not already intimidated by my looks. I have longish blackhair, straight and sleek down to my shoulder blades. It frames my ovalface. I have large eyes for an Asian, with long lashes; of coursethey're slanted. It seems like most men these days have something of anAsian fetish. Thanks to Lucy Liu, Kelly Hu and Michelle Kwan.And the usual.