The handed me a plastic bag, from Walmart of all things, with a 9mm automatic pistol inside. The serial number had been removed. There was a box of sh...ells inside a well. The box still had the seal in place. I noted that Karl got one as well. There was also a large briefcase looking fiberglass case, whicht Karl was handed as well."I suppose I should wear the gloves in the bottom of this bag, when I load the magazine." I said."Probably would be a good idea. We shall be on maximum security before. No one could fathom why she made obscure markings on the walls throughout the house during those long hours surrounded by her dead family, drenched in their blood. The Maxwell’s were not superstitious. No, they were pragmatic. They got an excellent deal on the house that nobody wanted. Were there rumors of the house being haunted? Oh, I’m quite certain of it. Everybody knew somebody who had a friend or a cousin that knew someone who had experienced something when sneaking through the house. After discovering porn movies at my 55 year old neighbors house at the age of 15, I have persuaded him to teach me how to become a slut. Jared and I were sitting on the couch, still naked after our first and intense sexual encounter. My body was still covered with sweat, my freshly shaven pussy still covered with my juices as was my face with the remains of Jareds enormous load of cum. Next to us on the couch was the velvet with the dildos Jared had gave to me for further training. As I slowly. Fine place." And a fine hunk of woman, too, he thought to himself. His penis lurched in his pants as he eyed the lovely young mother of the girl his son had screwed silly last night with appreciative glances; just the sight of her, in her brief shorts and a man-type shirt that was tied beneath her large, firm breasts with a knot, leaving the satiny tanned belly exposed below made him want to tear off his clothes and thrust his cock up between her smooth, satin-like thighs without a moment's.