She hit dead center of the bull."He didn't see Joyce clap her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.Two rounds later, Kirk was holding a pair of b...noculars to his eyes. "She hit the bull with the first round, but missed everything with the other two," he declared."No, hell no, she didn't," his father interjected. "She put all three through the center of the bull. I saw the strike of each bullet," he said, looking again through the spotting scope. "She has a barely discernable clover leaf. Suzie seemed to be relaxed as she cast a knowing, self satisfiedgrin in my direction. She looked great in a black skirt, redsweater and flats. I looked adequate, if awkward, I suppose inmy red above the knee skirt, black sweater and high heels. Ilooked at the heels and thought about the neat job Suzie had donelocking the buckles shut with wire ties. The only way they wouldcome undone is with wire cutters. This had been the first thingI had worked out that Suzie had done.To me, my breasts seemed. (This was despite the fact it had never actually happened, but Jen still didn’t know that.) A firm favourite was her teasing that young Loch Ness boatman and letting him get a good look at her cunt, which she admitted she had made easy to see once she’d realised he was looking. This story had at least really happened, she had.“I bet he was wanking that night thinking about me,” Jen would gasp, playing with herself as I teased her with a dildo. “Jesus, I wonder what our young boatman would have. One minute I was walking down the sidewalk, running a couple of errands, not really paying attention to my surroundings; the next, I'm surrounded by a penetrating bright red light as my stomach does back flips inside my body. My eyes fail me and I clutch them in the deepest burning pain that I can ever remember feeling. Then I think I blacked out. Consciousness arrived with me lying down on a cold, metal grated floor in what had to be some sort of cell. The comforts of home were noticeably.