“The first configuration is a miniaturized railgun, it accelerates a tungsten slug using electromagnets. It requires a battery pack to power the mag...nets, and a magazine to feed it ammo.”He popped open the hinged rail on the top of the rifle, ejecting the receiver and replacing it with one that was contained within a blue housing, snapping it shut again. He ejected the magazine and stowed it in a pouch on his belt, then withdrew what looked like a magazine with a tumorous growth. It was the same. I do have a quick recovery rate, but he was in his sixties, so I just let his cum run from me and pool on the seat under my arse, where I sat. I was his for the time being and I wanted him to feel that.I had almost finished my tea and about given up hope of another round when there was a scratching sound from behind the door into his living room, "You have rats", I asked in jest?He went to the door and opened it and in bounded his pet Labrador who made for me and stuck his or her nose into my. Yes, I’m sorry. I just got to the room a few moments ago. I’m out on the balcony. The view is pretty. Mac responded quickly.You’re prettier, I’m sure. So, Astrid is officially out. Now I just have to figure out who I am going to put in charge in Stockholm. I miss you.Grace’s eyes watered up a bit.I miss you too. It feels odd without you here. I feel like a fish out of water.When she got no response, Grace decided to go in and unpack. Then she ordered pizza from Mazzoli’s to be delivered to her. Together we bucked and ground against each other, fucked and writhed, until at last, we were utterly, happily satisfied, and spent.Slowly, we untangled our sweaty bodies. Gasping for air, I pulled my pants up from down around my ankles. Then I found my shirt and shook the gravel out of it. My jacket I just put over my arm, watching as the blonde got dressed again.Once she was dressed, she sashayed over to me and with a big smile, kissed me one last time. "Here's my number, if you ever want to.