You might ask why I have these problems and how they effect my perception of Vicky. I will tell you a short, sad story so you can see for yourself. I ...grew up in a bar-literally. My parents owned and operated the most popular bar in our small town outside St. Louis MO. They also operated an upscale French Restaurant in the other half of the bar building. People would come from miles around to eat then would go next door to the bar/night club and dance the night away. I saw it all and at an early. .. something. Their eldest was lying dead in his grave and nobody was proclaiming responsibility or even bragging about it. The only thing anyone knew was the bullet... 311.The British Enfield used .311. The French... 330 ... but the Swiss used .306. Swedish rifles used 6.5mm. The Russian Mosin Nagant rifle shot .311 and the Americans used .308 and the German Mauser used .311.Eliminating the French, Swiss, Swedes and Americans left the British, Russians and Germans.When a bullet is fired from a. Her perfectly worked and ripped abs lead right to her waxed bald pussy. We both stood there for three minutes not doing anything, until she walked back the hallway and out of sight. For the next four months every morning, she would walk out into her kitchen completely nude for me to see. One day she looked up and we locked eyes. I know she saw me and she knows I saw her. She stood there for a second and then turned her back toward me and bent over showing me her pussy from behind. I wanted to. After thinking about it, I said ok. He said to sit down between his legs and pull my pants down. So I pulled down my pants and sat between his open legs. He pulled out a drawer in the side table and took out a bottle. He squirted some lotion on his hand and wrapped his fingers around my dick. The feel of someone elses hand was wonderful. He slowly stroked up and down, over and over. It tickled and excited at the same time. After a few minutes, I could feel something build up inside of me. My.