We worked around the clock, but finally got the gun mounted and ready to use in time for Hasup to take a few shots to re-familiarize herself with it. ...Oleer was her assistant on the gun and two more people were volunteered to act as loaders. As the only other person available, I was the designated driver. Damn, we've got to train some more drivers real damned quick!We had chosen our MLR(main line of resistance) to be as much to our advantage as possible, but this was not going to be the cake. He expected Rosemary to be working in her studio, but as he approached it he heard a sudden scuffling and whispering from their bedroom. Wondering if Rosemary had been taken ill and someone was there with her he entered the bedroom. That there had been someone with her was obvious at a glance. Rosemary was all but naked and was struggling to get a pair of panties on. On the floor lay a pair of men’s socks and the curtains over an open window were billowing lightly in the breeze. There was a. Later my wife told me his fumbling ways confirmed the truth and the fumbling turned her on, terribly so.My wife resumed her sucking. He quickly came. Exploded is more like it. My wife sat next to him, put a hand on his slick, softening cock. I said, “Kid, wanna find out how to please a woman?” He nodded Yes.Fully clothed, I sat next to my wife, put a finger into her pussy, said Kid, give me your hand. He hesitated. Took his hand, put it over her pussy, took a finger and pushed it inside her.. “Get the hell out of here dumbasses. We have work to do. Close the door on your way out,” Ms. Roebuck told them. As the guys left, I watched them. I was not sure what I had asked for. As the door closed Ms. Jones commanded me to “Stay on your knees bitch and lower your eyes.” Ms. Jones and Ms. Roebuck walked around me. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” Ms. Roebuck said. “Hard to tell she’s in those baggy boy’s clothes. Strip bitch,” Ms. Jones said. I took off my shirt and then stood and.