I had been draining her left breast for about fifteen minutes and the flow was starting to lessen, when her hand migrated farther up the front of my t...igh and she was moving it closer to my cock.It was then that she said, “You’ve almost drained my left breast, so let’s change lounge chairs so you can lean over me the other way to suck my right one. Just keep doing what you’re doing, Ken, because it feels so fucking good to me.”We quickly changed chairs and positions, and I marveled at her. ..” He handed her a pair of safety glasses. “Sometimes the cap shatters.”She slipped on the glasses, pulled back the hammer to full-cock and lifted the musket. “Does it kick?” she asked.“No. A gentle nudge, maybe.”Kara put her finger on the trigger and aimed at the target. With a boom and a cloud of smoke the musket discharged. “Well done,” Adam said. “You didn’t even flinch.”“It does remind me of being with my dad,” she said. “The noise, the flash, the smoke ... It doesn’t smell like I. She thought most men were idiots. They were also sadly mistaken. The ones who did score were the ones who just offered to carry her backpack for her. She always thought of it as a test. If they simply offered to carry her pack for her, without questioning looks or surprise, they were flexible enough in their world outlook to be potential mates. She hardly ever carried a change of clothes in her backpack. What she did carry was this:3 canned sodas – usually Coke for the caffeine 1 pack of 3. She was back inside a minute but she had stripped down to just a tiny bra and panties. She had her camera in her hand.“Come on,” she said. “You too. Get that top and shorts off. I want these guys to see the real thing.”I did as I was told. I snuck a peek at us both in the mirror. We looked pretty hot.“Follow me to the bottom of the stairs,” she said. “When I pass you the camera run upstairs and hide it so that Terry and his friends will never find it. I’m going to get video of those jerks with.