Yet because of my age — and let's face it; I wasn't the sexiest man around town either — the odds of ever developing a relationship with her were ...slim and none... and Slim was walking out the door. (That's a joke!)Ever since I had first spotted her, I noticed that she walked from our station up the hill the same direction I went but, after a few blocks, she turned one way and I went the other. Two or three times a week, she would stop in the little coffee shop in the next block for a solitary. They had slept together naked before, so they took off their clothes: she loved the feeling of being snuggled up against him, his arm around her and her bare boobs pressed against him as she lay with her arm lying across his chest. They kissed tenderly, but fleetingly on the lips."Goodnight, Paulie! Love you!" Goodnight! Love you, too!"And they both knew it was true."Oh, come on, Paulie, you never want to go to parties any more!" You know I don't enjoy them, Pen ... I'm not like you. I don't. I really began to hammer her cunt.Mother pleaded for me to pull out of her pussy before I shot my load. I had barely withdrawn my dick from her quivering quim before I was spewing spunk all over her belly. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I hissed as white light bopped thru my brain like bolts of lightning. My passion drained as Mother stroked and squeezed my shaft to milk each drop of cum from me with one hand. She gently compressed my balls with the other. When I was depleted Mother. We arrived in Minneapolis and I found a gun shop that had a few of the Super .38's in stock. This was too good to pass up and we made our way to the shop to check them out. It turned out that they were a pair of new Colt Combat Super .38's, just like I was looking for. I was happy to find them and happier to discover that the gun shop had an indoor range that we could use to get accustomed to them. Charlene was caught off guard as I outfitted her with the new weapons, complete with thigh.