”“Always.”We got to the trailer. I unlocked the gate, let Lena drive us up the hill.“What gun?” she asked.“That shorty, the M4-gery.” (A...th, note: “M4-gery” is gun-nut speak for a civilian semi-automatic version of the US military’s M-4 automatic rifle. A ‘forgery’.)“Mine, too?”“Sure. Why not?” I said.Hers is in what’s not quite as subtle as a violin case, but close. Mine’s in a black nylon carry bag along with several magazines. It’s an easy grab when we decide to go to the range. Yeah, we. But from my mom’s moans and his grunts, it was clear that they had a rough and tiring session.I was so confused and lost in thoughts after seeing that. A vibration from my mom’s phone in my hands brought me back to my senses. I realized that they finished and are getting dressed.I ran downstairs before my mom opened the door to come down. A few moments later, my mom came down, adjusting her saree. She saw me playing the game on my laptop. She said she is proud of me for my good results and went. Warm milk spilled out of it, dribbling onto my chin. I didn't care. My hand found its way between my legs again, but the angle was awkward. I rubbed with the flat of my hand, then tried to diddle my clit a little, but I kept shifting my hips to try to reach at the weird angle."I'll take care of it for you, baby," M0mma whispered. I was shocked to feel her hand gliding up the inside of my thigh until she found my panties. She lifted the waist and slipped her fingers under the elastic, exploring. Rufus stood in place, in some sort of suspended animation. What were these girls up to?While I was trying to make sense of things, Bambi led the rest of the girls and a group of five additional hillbillys in camo gear into the clearing. The men looked like extras from “Deliverance”. All had the same vacant stare as Rufus. I had no idea of his real name, but Rufus seemed to fit.“What are you doing here?”, she asked.“We are hunting deer”, he answered in a monotone.“Have you found any?”“A.