Bitterness crept into my thoughts. Its ok, just a "friend" going to the loo. Good girl for washing her hands afterwards. She weaved her way back down ...the landing. Bollocks, she is coming back!I just made it under the bed as the door opened. What the fuck was she doing in her host's bedroom? bloody hell, she was opening one of her clothes drawers. She closed it again. I had got no idea who it was, I couldn't see from under the bed. Nice perfume, expensive shoes (predictable), decent legs from. Now back to Clair. Yes, those hands felt marvelous. Especially on my ass as she pulled open my cheeks to spread the oil. Clair has probably forgotten how beautiful she is since her kids were born. She is 5' 7" with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Motherhood has not hurt her figure. I'll just bet she thought primarily of her family until I came along. Now she is thinking about how my pussy looked when I spread myself out in the sun. Had she looked closer, she would have noticed 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 that you are quite the marksman. Though, even thinking back to these memories you can only seem. "Because," her cousin confidentially told her, "my folks have their own VCR. And this way I can get a look at their tapes without them being any the wiser."Christy found her curiosity aroused. "Why, what's on them?" See for yourself."David switched on the equipment, anxiously awaiting his cousin's reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Christy's mouth fell open as she watched a home video of her naked Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete fucking other people, side by side."They're swingers," David explained..