Wrapped around your waist is a purple and white cloth with a gold stripe running through it. You find a holster on the belt this cloth is attached to.... In the holster is a bulky revolver. It has a golden hammer, trigger, and iron sight, the rest is decorated with scratchy white paint revealing black underneath. The grip feels nice in your hand. As you hold the gun memories flood into you. You suddenly feel like you could take the gun apart and rebuild it with ease. You are also entirely sure. The men stood up simultaneously, shedding their dishevelled shorts. They were short and squat, possibly in their 50s, hair matted with dirt and bellies bloated with whatever alcohol they had scavenged before dark. Elaine could see the muck in their pubic hair and smell the unbathed stench of their cockheads, yet it only elevated her arousal. A tingle had turned into a raging inferno of primal desire as she lowered herself onto the dusty road, eyes never leaving their cocks. Yes, she finally. However, I had no idea how highly Kiran regarded me until very recently.One day at work, Kiran was getting ready to go to lunch. In walked one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She looked to be in her late-twenties with long dark hair, an incredible body and a sweet smile. This beautiful lady walked straight up to Kiran and asked if he was ready to go. They left hand in hand, but before they did Kiran introduced the lady as his wife Hema. He had mentioned her before but I had never. She gave them the faintest of nods as theyentered, then continued fiddling with her phone. Skittering synths and apulsing beat filled the room, as did racks upon racks of what Dana couldonly describe as "cool clothes." Too cool for him, really... but theredid seem to be some relatively "normal" stuff on the men's side towardthe back, hoodies and t-shirts and what looked to be cargo pants. CeCewas busy browsing a jewelry display near the front, so Dana slipped awayto that section.Dana had only.