"That was one of my thoughts. I have a few over and under guns, but but are way expensive to be chopping up. I would cry when I did it. I would do it ...of course, but a thousand dollars for a cut down shotgun is way too much." Yeah I would just go buy a cheap pump gun and get it cut down. It's just that they are so cumbersome," I said. "Sam is not exactly the gun lover type." Not like we think of gun lover. Tell you what I have. I have a trade in gun. It's not in very good shape. It is a twenty. She walked up the stairs and started to run a shower. Melissa unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, tracing her fingernails down the middle of her chest as she did so. Emotionally, she knew she had yet to meet the right man to take her virginity, but physically her hormones raged. The sound of running water really turned her on and she leant her head back, closing her eyes, trying to heighten her other senses. As her cuffs were undone, the loose fitting garment fell off her wrists and she moved. But if you’re wearing a nametag, nobody really cares what your name is in the first place, right?’ he smirked. That’s it, Monica decided. I’m done. So done. She had, more accurately, decided against having sex with Ben over an hour before this, but now she decided that she didn’t even want to be nice about it. It was all she could do not to remove his hand from her thigh when he touched her. ‘Still want to go dancing after this?’ he offered. ‘No,’ she murmured, her eyes drifting across the. Carefully spreading her wet, swollen folds with one hand, the good doctor examined every centimeter of her vaginas’ outer surfaces with his free hand, switching off between hands as needed to reach every part of her engorged sex. Starting with her outer labia, then moving to her inner labia, even spreading her ass cheeks apart to investigate her anus. He never touched her clitoris, and thank god for that, as she would have probably screamed in pleasure. He made a mental note that this.