That fateful Sunday, he had taken a very special pistol from his luggage. An Austrian gunsmith had made it for him.The gun was in a strange looking ho...ster—It could be attached to the handgrip of the pistol to serve as a rifle stock. There was also a barrel extension that fit in a special pocket of the holster. Once both pieces were attached to the pistol it made a very serviceable and accurate mini-rifle.He sat watching the church all morning, waiting. When services ended the Major/minister. Stef got up took off her robe, and walk over to him. She straddled his hips and lowered her pussy down on his cock. Each lady sat on his face, as Stef rode his cock, long and hard. When she was done she stood up and sat down and watch him with each lady. After pleasing each of them, they each went to their rooms, leaving Stef behind. He picked her up, carried her upstairs to the bathroom. Once in the shower he had her against the wall pounding his cock hard into her pussy. All she could do was. My college best friend and roommate,Dave. Dave was a graduate student but he and I finished school at thesame time. Dave received a Masters in Archaeology and I got a Bachelorsin Business. My Bachelor's was paid for by a trust account set up by mydeceased grandparents. I guess in their time it was much different, anda four year degree meant getting a good job.Today a BS won't open any doors so when Dave made me an offer I was allin. Dave and I became very close in the four years we roomed. “Around? That’s it? That’s all you have to say after barging out of the house at one in the morning?”“Yep.”“You’re lucky I’m not the mood to whoop your ass right now Max. Now get in the fucking car we’re taking you home!”“Pass.”“Pass?” Ashley chimed in, “Max were not giving you a choice, we’re telling you to get back in the car.”“Then tell me why the fuck I should get back in the car?”“Cause we promised mom we’d take care of you,” Riley rolled her eyes as if the answer was that obvious.I burst.