I’m just a little… shaken, I guess.’ He replied to her, and swung his legs off of the couch, when he planted his feet back on the cold floor, he...realized that his cock had grown to fully erect again. He tried to cover it with his hands, but didn’t do a terribly good job of hiding it. The woman sat down next to him, and reached over to gently lay her hand atop one of his. ‘It’s okay. It’s not like I haven’t seen one of them before. And I’ll be seeing plenty of it. There’s no need to be ashamed.’. The wolf pack was ready to hunt; they wanted blood.Two of the men carried high powered, Barrett fifty caliber rifles. The anti-material weapon could accurately hurl a massive slug at targets up to a mile away. They were devastatingly effective on vehicles and people.If things got really ugly, Max would make use of one of the group's rocket propelled grenade (RPG) launchers. Unlike the Desert Eagle, the RPG was not one of Max's over the top accessories. Neither Max the Enforcer nor the man. There appeared to be four groups, or four tracks, that wiggled around within each group of stakes.They went from fairly short to very long. Kevin said, "I had Don Koss come out and help lay this out. We figured to have beginners through to nearly professionals. We'll build some jumps later, but these tracks will be perfect to start with. There's a good road for us to get back here if we need an ambulance." Bart and I shuddered.Kevin looked around, "Now, we need a secure building out here to. I took pity on him. He was hurt and I wanted to comfort him. I wanted him happy.“Jake you know how I told you about my first time?” I asked him dumbfounded.“Yeah. I still want to kill that asshole that hurt you. I can’t fucking believe he raped you!” he yelled in a whispered tone. Almost afraid that the memories would come back to haunt me as we lay in this spot.“Well Jake I don’t want to remember that as my first time. I want you to be the guy I actually want to give it too. I feel as though.