‘Of course I do. All but one of which are locked in a seven tumbler one ton safe in the basement. The one that is not is in a quick touch gun vault ...t my bedside. I even have an NFA for a fully automatic weapon. Don’t even think of asking if you can see them or for a listing of them—without a warrant.’ ‘Do you own a 9 millimeter handgun, sir?’ ‘I’ve owned them, fired them and carried but I don’t own any nines any more. They’re pretty useless when it comes to the job for which they were. He couldn't help but smile at that, and bounced up the stairs. To the right, first door on the left. There it was. He went in.... and stopped dead in his tracks.Sophia was sitting on her bed, propped up on a pillow. Her hair was down, loose around her shoulders-she didn't often wear it that way, but knew Warren liked it. She was wearing a pink babydoll teddie that was just about see-through, and barely reached her hips-and nothing else except for a pair of pink panties.Her breasts were clearly. Her mouth felt like a beautiful 102 degrees. It fit tightly and snuggly, all around my cock, just like the cellophane wrapper on the blow pop candy. So now, my cock was the blow pop and her mouth was its colorful covering. The blow pop wrapper says that it is a bubblegum-filled pop, and that it is not labeled for individual sale. God, I hope that she doesn't charge me cash for what I'm about to do to her. It was all too sweet, and too good. The flavor of the blow pop was cherry, and the flavor. " "I'm Michael" "Michael," she repeated "Oh! by the way, your calf's bleeding"I looked down, and I knew what she was staring at earlier. It IS bleeding. I told Anabelle I'd get rid of it. And we shared another smile before she went in the headmaster's room. I went back to the boys, only to see them in practice, I was a few minutes late. Brad had me go through a few sets. But it was worth it.School's over. Kids were running everywhere. Being greeted by almost everyone, I accidentally knocked.