Brad ate my pussy for quite a while, his hands running up and down mystockinged legs, his tongue mostly in and around my opening but sometimesstuffed ...directly in me, inside my body, inside my soul. His tongue,tasting me. Consuming me.Eating me alive!When he decided that I was good and wet enough, he sprang to his feetlike a pouncing lion. And with a moment to take his aim, he began hisfucking of me.He began to make love to his gurl.His cockhead met my hole, slightly gaping at the this point,. 45 caliber handgun tradition in our family. Your great-great-grandpa owned a colt peacemaker, your great-grandpa carried A S&W Model 1917.45 caliber revolver during WWI and I carried A S&W Model 1917.45 caliber revolver during WWII." And now it is your turn to carry on this tradition so I went down to the gun shop and I bought a S&W Model 625.45 caliber revolver for you I also bought some ammunition and cleaning kit the shoulder holster I had to special order. Love grandpa."Mike put the note. I let out a scream, "Oh... yess... I'm... ughh... cumming... FUCK MEEEEEE.". My climax rumbled on and on, I arched my back and groaned, "I've cum... I've cum." Then it began to slowly subside, I maintained the pressure on Lena's crotch., sucking her clit and thumbing her arse. Moments later, I sensed the telltale signs of Lena's approaching orgasm. I could feel her quick sharp gasps of breath against my wet thighs, and her legs began to twitch and jerk.Lena began to shriek, "OH ANN... I LOVE. They now had their opportunity to sail. Men dropped what they were doing and hurried to the birlinns, raising anchors and setting sails. In no time, they were around the point and wending their way across open waters to Loch Etive. The seven miles passed in silence, each man aware of what awaited them once they entered the channel. The weak sun gave little hope of brightness to the dull day, as clouds and haze filled the skies above them. Once the entrance to the loch came up, an uneasiness.