However, the report of the shotgun caught him off guard, as did the half-dozen pellets and shards of flying wood that peppered his left arm and torso....e grunted, more in frustration than pain yet and then released three more rounds. The big rifle bucked, there was a definitive thump of lead hitting something soft and fleshy, and then there was nothing. Silence and a ringing in Bryans ears reigned supreme for a few minutes until he took stock of the situation.First, he wasn't mortally wounded,. We started with Karen and Pete. You remember them from some of our BBQ’s. They were, and still are to me, my very best friends.They lived next door to Carol, when she resided in an apartment. Every night, it seemed, we could hear them fucking. So that made us horny and we’d fuck too. After a while, we met them and got to know them. Then Carol and Karen were talking one day and come to find out that they wanted to try swinging and Carol told them we did too. So it just happened one night. And. A tear dropped from the bridge of nose onto my left pect, right to where my heart pumps life into my body. I held her tight as I fought back my own tears. My best friend had my heart in her hands and I could say I had hers equally. Our bond was special beyond comprehension how we got here was crazy but really boggled my mind is how we kept these feelings from each other for so long. I kissed her on the forehead. ‘No more tears baby girl, I’m here for you as I’ve always been.’ Chantel sat up on. But obivously she just couldn't do it. I sat up out of concern, "Honey, honey, honey ... it's ok. You don't have to--" I saw tears welling in her eyes. I saw her throat muscles contract as she attempted not to gag ... and failed. I knew she wasn't going to be able to swallow it ... and would likely vomit if she held it much longer. I guessed that she wasn't spitting it out because she didn't want to even lay eyes on it ... something that I knew would gross her out even more.So, I made another.