****************************************************************************It was one of those Saturdays. My husband, Tim, was off an hour and half ...efore dawn to go climb into a tree stand and kill Bambi. All the while, I was left bored and unfulfilled again. He claimed that deer could smell a woman’s scent on a man for miles, no matter how many times he showered, so deer season was far from dear for me. It was frustrating as hell!!! As I stepped into the shower I thought about my. “Wow,” he muttered, “you are unbelievably hot, Ginnie. Hang on ... sit there just like that for a second...”Ginger sat there, eyes squeezed shut, as she heard Gabe moving around. She could feel the cool air playing over her nipples, making them hard, and over her exposed slit... She jumped and opened her eyes as something lightly landed on the bed between her legs.It was the scissors.She looked up at Gabe in confusion and fear.“You know, I’m kind of curious,” he said with that dark grin, “what. .”“Lynette, please,” Andrea softly pled with her best friend about not saying anything about what they had discussed last weekend. However, with Lynette’s hand rubbing my ever expanding crotch in plain sight of Andrea, I had a good idea of what these two girls had shared last Sunday afternoon.“Don’t get all shy on...” Lynette started to say before I interrupted her.“What have you two been sharing?”“We haven’t shared anything ... yet,” Lynette replied and squeezed my nearly hard cock. “But Andi. Before photographs, and decent maps, it was only through personal observations, and sketch maps, that a commander had information to plan his attack." He sighed. "I think sketching has now been removed from the Sandhurst curriculum. Damn shame, as it really helps in teaching a fellow how to develop an eye for terrain and the lie of the land."He looked at me quizzically as he pointed to his sketch. "How far do you think it is from the line of trees on that ridge to the bridge?" I recalled the.