We had to do something about those damned Velociraptors!That was where Bernie's new cannister round came into its own. He spent two weeks diligently m...aking aerial sweeps over our neighborhood and firing at every Velociraptor that he could find. By the end of the second week, he had run out of targets, so he went back to his normal flying routine and we were rid of the damned little raptors until the end of the next monsoon season.Amy had a hard time tracking down the size motor we needed for. I wanted to observe Colleen's face as she entered.When she finally came in, she looked very down. I expected her to be carrying bags of groceries since she said she was going shopping. All she was carrying was a small bag from Walgreen's(r). I watched as she walked by without looking at me and went to the stairs. She stopped momentarily to tell the children to get their pajamas on and get ready for bed. She also reminded them that tomorrow would be a school day.Bedtime for the children was 8:30. On this occasion, however, she freely allowed me full, unfettered, access, and I took full advantage. I caressed her breasts and lightly teased her nipples while we continued watching TV. The more I played, the less we paid attention to whatever program we were watching.After a considerable amount of time, she turned to me and kissed me. Her hand found my rock-hard cock, and she frantically struggled to release it from my pajama pants. Once free, she lowered her head to my lap and engulfed my. “I hope that is a rhetorical question,” I responded. “Maybe, maybe not,” Heather responded. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Before I could respond, Heather, obviously very flustered, remarked, “Hang on.” She wandered off down a hallway. “Don’t you dare go anywhere. I want to show you something!” she added as she stepped out of my view in the living room. I looked around the spacious room. It was immaculate, like something from Architectural Digest. From down the hallway, Heather called out,.