My tongue explored every inch that I could move it into. With my face soaked and dripping with spit and Karen’s sticky warm juices I pressed down on...her clit with my tongue. I circled her clit slowly and getting wetter as I hear her moan all the while pushing my finger slowly into her little tight hole. I don’t think Karen knew she was an anal freak until that moment because she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down into her slick cunt. I moved between sucking furiously on her clit to. ”“Thank you, Mistress. But I mean I’m really wet.”“Good girl. Well, I just called to let you know I’m coming home tomorrow night. Mom’s much better and I feel comfortable leaving her alone.” It had been four weeks since she left and Marge was looking forward to reuniting with her slavegirl.“Ooooo!!! I can’t wait, Mistress.”“Good luck with your father tomorrow, pet. Have fun with it. I’ll collect you tomorrow evening.”Kathleen literally attacked Kim that night since it would be their last night. It also had a Creedmoor sight mount.The fifth rifle was marked '1865 Spencer .52'The last long arm wasn't a rifle. It was a Winchester 1893 pump-action shotgun.I looked over at my three witnesses. "These were the weapons that either fought a bloody war between the states or killed most of the buffalo and drove the Indians west across the Great Plains. These appear to be original firearms. These are pieces of our history before you. Nobody should touch one without either wearing clean cotton. Worst of all, in one sense, he was the guest of honour. "What in blazes am I doing here?"It had all started 19 years ago, the day he was born. The extended family had been in a dither for a month already for the birth of his Aunt Annie's first child. There had been a baby shower, his Uncle John had stocked up on cigars; everything was ready for the fateful day. Even his own mother, Janice, 8 months' pregnant, had been heavily involved with all the planning because, for her, all this preparation.