In a smaller heavy vinyl gun bag was a stripped down M4 with a couple of loaded clips. Useful maybe, but I'd never been a big fan of the M4's performa...nce in life-or-death situations. Too small of an entry and exit wounds, for my personal taste. I like the people I shoot to have a big gaping hole in their chest big enough to shove my fist through, with a knockback of at least five feet. Unrealistic? Sure ... but a girl can dream!I decided to keep the M14, which still smelled of packing grease. I skooched down in my chair so my cock was pointing straight up. I pinched the base of my cock to act as a cock ring to increase the hardness and make the head a little purple. The lubrication made the head very slippery, and the feeling was intense. I rammed my eyes on her pumps and my cock was hard as a rock.She turned around, looked, gave a little squeal... I told her to shut the door. She came around, and I asked her to pull up her skirt so I could see her suspender belt. I told her:"Very. "There are two worst case scenarios. The first would be acomplete Bimbofication. She would have very little desire for anythingbeyond sexual acts. This is a possibility due to the madness and thecurrent age of your son/daughter. The other would depend on how twistedhis mind has become at this point. There is a chance that your newdaughter would be evil, for the lack of a better word. The hate and ragecould end up twisting her up inside and out. If so then she would be fartoo dangerous to be let. Even Mirwanna was being cautious about committing Landkur. I gulped down my coffee, and poured another. Absently, I lit another cigarette.The list of disinterested third parties was very short. I was sipping my third cup when it hit me! Svedra! That spider demi-god from elsewhere! He had no interest in this at all! That was it! I would go see Svedra, and see what he thought of this situation.Perfect! I hummed to myself as I got ready for the trip to Svedra's world. It would be best to get there.