I used to frequent pubs that were classy and where you hoped to meet some high-flying executive that could shower you with presents but now, I prefer ...the normal pubs where you meet everyday sort of people. People that want to talk to you and not just look down your cleavage or up your skirt. I don’t even dress for the occasion anymore. I wear jumpers, jeans and boots; a far cry from my previous life. A life that made me boring.Not anymore.Not since he spoke to me.I remember the day vividly. I. It took only a few minutes to load the wagon, and the gunsmith used the time to show Jason a new pistol that he had just gotten in. It was the S&W Russian .44 which used a metallic cartridge.Like most men of the day, Jason Boyd was fascinated by anything new in the way of handguns. The advantages of the new pistol over his LeMat were so obvious that Jason had to have a pair. He splurged and bought a pair with plenty of ammunition. The potential for quick reloading and for greater accuracy over. Susan, vat do you do to me?" he said as I watched her hand stroke his bulge in his pants, "Isn't it obvious Vanya?" she said as she got that lusty grin on her face, "But your husband?" he nervously said and she smiled at him, "He's out of town Vanya and you are all mine tonight," and she moved towards him and kissed him. I pulled up the camcorder and hit record as the action began and my wife seemed to kiss him forever as her hand never let up on his crotch. My hunch had paid off, she wanted. She's all yours Lamont." Come here, baby," he said, tilted my head back and brought his lips to mine. My heart beat rapidly as I felt the tip of his tongue press through my lips and touch mine.He kissed me softly at first, then with more passion. One hand cradling my head, Lamont's other hand moved lightly up my thigh, on the outside of my sexy little black dress. As Lamont kissed me, Marion talked."Mmm. See baby, I knew you'd like Lamont. You're going to like everything about Lamont. He's.