Oh, this is way better than my fingers, for sure. He slowly presses deeper and I can't get over how full it makes me feel. As he begins to move back a...d forth, his hand begins to rub the front of my pussy where my little clit is hiding. Oh, does this feel good.I must have gotten wetter because now he slides easily in and out and the feeling is glorious. I'm moving under him some which adds to the feeling all round. Mmm, this is good, really good. They sure don't tell you this in school at. No, he showed back up with a new Colt six-shooter in .44-40, the same caliber as mine, but mine was a Smith&Wesson. We talked about guns for a few minutes, then I agreed to meet him in a vacant lot next to the saloon at 10:00 o'clock the next morning.The building on the side of the vacant lot was an old abandoned adobe building that had once been used as a barber shop. The adobe wall made a perfect backstop for the shooting range, and the lot was about 50 feet wide. That was about ideal for. “Well, Blakey-baby, it’s because you seem to have a constant hard on.” I’m sure that I turned beet red, but hoped that they couldn’t see how crimson I was through their sunglasses. “I’m sorry, I don’t have real good control,” I stammered. Beth then surprised me by saying “Well if you were really sorry you’d lay on your back so that Candice and I could get inspired by it.” Candice quickly followed with “Turn over, big boy, or we’ll come over there and roll you and who knows what might happen. Bill glanced at his daughter's fingertips. "Ouch. Maybe you went at it a little too long." Yeah, that's what Dave said. But it was so much fun. The first thing I knew, it was hurting when I pressed on the strings, and there were already blisters. Dave told me to leave the guitar alone for a couple of days. He said that the next time he was in Denver he would pick up some stuff at a guitar shop to coat my fingertips. But he said that the best thing to do was to just let them heal for a few days.