There’s no guess or by gosh. They fit! Everything fits. The guns were beautiful ... as good as mine ... and mine was a beauty.The wood was a wonder ...o behold. It shot straight and true. I had built the rifle with a long barrel... 35 inches.Then I drilled six “S size” holes in the face of the muzzle three inches deep and parted the barrel at 33 inches leaving a two inch stub that I pinned with six 0.125 inch diameter 2 and 7/8 inch pins. The stub ends of the pins were threaded to 1/8th NFT and. . the anal sex was pain ... and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave. As a naive young girl, I had no idea – to me this was still a game and the prize for winning was a sophisticated lover with some strange fetish-like tastes. I was perfectly happy to go along with his “games” if it meant I got to be with him and keep him as my own.His domination of me was subtle in its approach, so subtle. As was our custom we just barged in finding Tracy and Alex naked on the living room couch deeply in the throes of making love. Neither one of them batted an eyelash as we discreetly made our way to the kitchen and had a seat. Seeing them like that caused Cathy and I to get so horny that I grabbed her and spread her out on the table and we made mad passionate love right there in our neighbors kitchen.After everyone calmed down Tracy and Alex made their way to the kitchen. Cathy could not. “So before my grandchildren, should I someday have some, die from waiting for this conversation to come to a conclusion about which I might, but probably wonʼt, want to mention to Fat Phil, before then, you are maybe interested in telling me why the line on Springtime Sunset is wrong?”“Mr. W. B., it is my pleasure to share the encyclopedia of my knowledge regarding Springtime Sunset with you instanter. Particularly before the gates fly open on the eighth endeavor at the Big A. In fact, it is my.