22, but that’s it.”“Just one?” Carter said, shaking his head. “Probably OK. A dozen or more? Well, that’s a big red flag.”“I’m missi...ng something,” I said. “How does owning more than one gun make someone a racist?”“Nah, it’s the racists who own a bunch of guns; guns don’t make ‘em racists. You plink cans or whatever with your .22?”“Yep. Just targets.”“Do you go to gun shows? Wear an NRA hat? Think Reagan is a Commie?”“Reagan a Commie? Seriously?”“We thought you lived in a rural county,” Larry. He stayed like that for some time and began to move it slowly. He increases his pace slightly by each thrust. I am having pleasure with pain. He was a good fucker. He pushes in to my bottom and pulls it out to its maximum and thrust in. He is now fucking me hard. I am moaning like a slut. He fucks me nicely. He bend towards my body and began to squeeze my boobs from behind.My cock is fully erect and pre cum is oozing out from it. He then, with his right hand began to shake my cock while he was. I squeezed them gently and then licked and bit them. It was Mamata's turn now.Grabbing me up on to the bed again, she started kissing me all over, first in my mouth where she kissed me for a long time, dunning her tongue deep into my mouth, and them her arms were moving all over me, on my chest, stomach and my breasts, twiddling with my nipples. She licked my chest and my nipples and then moved down. She grabbed my stiff penis in her hands and massaged it gently. Reluctantly she was kissing it. We drove the couple of miles to my local pub, The Royal Oak in next to no time. Having ascertained what they wanted to drink, I sent them both off to a corner booth. Because of her age, Tracy had to make do with a coke while I got a gin and tonic for Ellie and I had vodka and orange, several packets of crisps and nuts completed my order. I settled in to the booth beside them with the drinks and scanned the room for people I knew. I was about to give up, having seen no one I recognised, when.