She claimed to be adequate with a pistol, but had never tried much with a rifle or shotgun. I asked to see the guns available in the house, so we went...to look.We examined the pistols, first. The most appropriate for her seemed to be a Smith and Wesson break-action, 5-shot .38; I knew she carried the .32, but I preferred the slightly better stopping power of the .38.The rifles offered a wider selection. There was a lever-action .38-40 and a bolt-action .30-30. I liked the .38-40 for its stopping. She moaned and shivered as I pushed in slowly, her warm, wet sheath enveloped me as she took my length into her. Her vaginal muscles held me inside her, she wasn't going to let me go easily now.My hands took her buttocks and I lifted her up off the floor, instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms round my neck. I was now fully inside her, a great feeling of pleasure swept over me."Oh, that feels so good." I moaned."Mmmm." she murmured, as she buried her face in my chest.. Yes...please...unload inside of me! I can feel you wanting to," she said quickly, raising her voice. I could feel her pussy tightening around my long, hard, throbbing cock as I continued thrusting it in and out. Then it was just too much."Oh god...oh Darcy...yes...oh my god...mmm...mmm...mmm...yes..oh god," I moaned, grunted, and breathed out all at the same time."OH YES. YES. OH MAX! FUUUUUCCCCCK!" she yelled as I began to explode inside of her. "Oh my....oh my god...yes Max...yes...yes...oh. I decided I would go and confess what I had done before Mass. I walked into church wearing a very short cream-colored sundress. I knew if I bent over you could just see the white thong that I was wearing. With my red curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, I looked so sweet and innocent at least as long I didn’t bend over. I walked into the church to where the confessional booths were. In other churches they had taking the booths down and confessions were told face to face, but ours retained.