However, that was not such a big deal as long as we had the use of the wagon. If they could not use the .44-40 rifle, we would drop back to the .38-40... which was actually .40 caliber and should have been called a .40-38. I wonder who screwed that one up?The first item on the agenda was to have the women shoot the .44-40 and see how they handled it. We stopped at a safe place to shoot the rifle, and I had the women try it out. Both women objected most vociferously to the recoil, so that took. I don't know why, either: I've just never been any good at it. And dad's got no respect for anything else. As far as he cares it ain't ninjitsu unless someone's gettin' kicked in the teeth."Yuriko nods lightly. "Sounds rough. Actually, I had a lot of the same problems. I wasn't any good at ninjitsu either. Well, the fighting part." What did you do about it, then?"Yuriko smiles again, teeth glinting like pearls. "Well, I found myself another art."Kenji blinks. "Just that? I don't get it."Yuriko. “Would you soap my back, Uncle?” she said quietly, “Please?” He was barely able to stammer out a mumbling “S-Sure, honey.” He was so horny at that moment! It was only by a sheer act of determination and will that he didn’t just stand up, rip his pants off, pick her up out of the slippery, soapy water and slam her down on his hard prick like some kind of obscene human cork, holding her suspended by only the hands on her waist. Her back was beautiful, her skin smooth and taut as she bent. From the doorway, I peered out and smiled as I watched Nina’s head bob up and down over Max. She was giving him a blowjob. Good for you, I thought. I decided to be a bitch and interrupt, I was too hot to wait inside until they had finished. So I went back a bit further and then called out, “it’s too hot to sleep!” Then I walked loudly up the steps and when I was out on deck again Nina was sitting in her sun chair wiping her lips with the back of her hand and Max had his back turned to me. .