A few other parts had to be modified, including the flint striker that I was now calling the firing pin.Once I had taken some time to fine tune the co...cept, it worked like a charm. I could reload almost as fast as I could with the old design, and I could go longer between pauses to clear the fouling. If necessary, I could go as long as 50 shots before I had to piss on the mechanism to clean it. This was particularly popular with my wives when the time came to convert their rifles.The first test. He sat down with his tea and i asked him if he wanted a better view of my tits 'what do you mean' he asked'while i was round yours last night you kept trying to look down my top , why you have a great looking wife with small firm tits why were you looking down my top at mine ?' i asked'sorry i couldn't help it yours look so great and they were right there in front of my face' he said'do you think your wife would mind ? if i spoke to her about it ?''please don't tell her i love her and don't. I can feel your hot soft kisses on my stomach now as I place my feet on the worktop opening my pussy even more, so you can eat me. You touch my thigh with one hand and start stroking your hard cock with the other; you start gently kissing my clit, flicking your wet tongue around it. You place your head between my open legs licking between my swollen lips and my clit, I’m moaning louder and louder, licking my lips enjoying every second of it as you taste my freshness. I can feel your hot tongue. ” She let a sob escape and, when Max reached out, she held up a hand, stopping him.“I got gonorrhea my senior year, just before graduation. My parents were mortified. My mother stopped going to church, afraid to show her face. I had turned into the biggest slut in the school, but that frightened me. How I didn’t wind up pregnant, I have no idea. I had gotten a scholarship, you see? I went away to college, made up my to change, to cage my slut. I stopped dating, not wanting to be that person.