Her lips sucked up and down my length while her tongue played with the sensitive head. It was not long before I arched my back and filled her mouth wi...th spurt after spurt of hot cum. “Mmmmm,” she said, swallowing it and wiping the dribble from her lips. “I was feeling kind of peckish. Which makes me think. I have some chocolates and other goodies up at the house. Let’s go up there for the rest of the story.” “What do you mean ‘rest’, you haven’t even let me start,” I complained. “I know, I. They set two kitchen chairs in the living room, facing each other. And then they waited. A few minutes later, the girls walked in from the gym. They both had sweat pants and T shirts on and their hair in pony tails. They saw their husbands sitting in the living room and stopped, their faces showing puzzled looks. Tim spoke up, "Come in, ladies. We have something to discuss." He pointed to the floor between the two chairs. The girls exchanged a nervous look, walked over sheepishly and stood. The husband Ken was friendly , keeping to himself most of the time , but always saying hello when ever he saw me . Over the winter our conversations became longer and Ken became a lot friendlier , even paying me to help him every so often , we began spending more time together . On Fridays while Jill and mom drank their wine I would be over Kens learning to play pool , I'd noticed the rooms window faced my bedroom . Ken was the dad type , 45 about 180 , 5' 10 , the average mature body ,. Goldman, you have produced a masterpiece. This must be the Stradivarius of shotguns." Thank you, Mr. Bromly. Your praise warms my heart. Let's return to my shop and discuss further options."After they returned to the shop, Goldman asked if there were any changes that Stan might want. Stan said that there wasn't anything he could think of, now, but he might need some minor adjustments after he had used the shotgun for a while.Goldman then said, "You have four empty brass shells and six unfired.