“Are you OK?” I asked....”Yes.... I'm fine... do you think we'll really have sex tonight?” I told her that if she didn't want to then no one ...ould force her... but I knew that Jodi was planning to fuck Steve either way. “But Jodi and I decided that if we started this that we needed to finish it” I asked her if she wanted to have sex with me.... “Yes.... I really do” “Well” I said “Then let's enjoy each other... do you like oral?” “I do...she replied...but Steve hasn't done that for years.”. Within were six long lumps with an age-yellowed canvas shroud laid over all of them. I called Julie and the kids in to witness the denouement. I carefully drew back the canvas exposing six long arms and three small wooden boxes. None showed any sign of rust.Starting at one end I picked up each one with a handkerchief between the weapon and my hand. The barrel read 'Henry .44 RF'. The plates covering the mechanism were a dull steel grey. An odd-looking round, leather covered box with a shoulder. Theirs had been an intense, passionate relationship, six months before engagement and eight before marriage in front of a mostly disapproving congregation. Yet they had shown them all. Look where they were now, where they were living now. It was something to make him proud. And yet nowadays there was definitely something stale beginning to creep its way into their happy home. Lewis had been sure that he would never become one of those husbands whose bored housewives looked elsewhere for. Her shorts had ridden up so far she could see her pubic hair around the edges. Her nipples were hard. Her throat was dry. "Honey I'm home." Anton's voice was almost cruel as he dropped a small duffle on the end of the couch. "And your pretty little ass is just want I need right now. Get over here." Emma stood up and Anton moved so fast she didn't see him. He grabbed a hold of her bushy ponytail and pushed her back onto the couch roughly. "On your hands and knees, like a good little fox.".