Caleb still had time to line up his second shot and drill the other man through a lung. However, the man was still dangerous, so Caleb shot him again,...this time in the head.Shit! Three shots and three hits, yet the man was just now rendered unable to fight. To hell with this pipsqueak pistol! Caleb switched back to his .44 Remington with no regrets. He appreciated the feel of the heaver gun; it just felt more natural. Besides, he knew what to expect from the trigger action, no surprises. Then I began to kiss on her breasts (forcing her hands away, which were becoming weak) and started licking her nipple. She held her breath as my tongue played on her, passing all sides, and occasionally teasing her tender small grape-sized nipple with my teeth. After considerable time spending on her marvelous breasts, I got down to her abdomen and my tongue started playing on her naval, probing into the small opening. Quite unexpectedly, this turned her on, and she moved her torso beneath me,. Even if he was ignorant about who might have made us. He had always been there for us while raising us. Now it was up to us to be there for him.It took all I could muster to continue. But I had to lay it all out. "We, all three of us, are going to have to be involved in sex of some sort in all of this. And it is impossible to avoid that it will be among ourselves ... at first, anyway. Once we move beyond getting used to all of this, it will involve others as well. I am supposed to be the Dom in. Just as he had ordered. But it was more than that. Itfelt just as he had always imagined. Just as he had always known,somewhere deep inside.Except for one thing. Well, two things. His hands moved up from his flatlittle tummy and found a flat little chest. But the changes were notover. Beneath his hands he felt a small pressure. Just a very slightupwards sensation that made him gasp like an expectant mother feeling thefirst kick of her baby.Slowly, ever so slowly, his hands were pushed up,.