"We wouldn't the neighbors to see...you don't mind Tamika?" "Oh no, of course not dad." I layed there looking at my father through my dark sunglasses,...he couldn't see that I was starring right at his cock. He stood there for a minute or so. "Well dad, aren't you going to whip it out and start beating it or are you too embarrassed?" "No...Well yes....kind of." "I know what would help you dad. I'll bet if I took my top off you would feel better." I leaned up and undid my bikini top. I tossed it. I knew though that he loved me and would do anything for me. He has a kind of thick skin. Not much bothers him. Probably not surprising when you consider what I wrote earlier about our parents and how they raised us, but that said, there was an intensity and passion to him. It was there waiting to be triggered in the right moments.As we watched the movie my feet had gotten cold. We were laying at opposite ends of the sofa, our feet towards the middle, so I pressed my feet up against Michael’s. Henry saw the flower pink inner petals of her steaming gash and indeed saw the bubbles of her juices gathered on the rim of the red hole beyond. “Yes Miss Wright,” he answered dumbly. “Stick your fingers in and put some of that wet on my arsehole,” she told him. “Then stick your cock in my cunt and fuck it hard.” Henry Clancy could take simple orders for sure and carried them out to the letter. Seconds later his prick was ballock deep in Glenda’s welcoming snatch and he was barging. The point is, a BB hits with about twelve foot pounds, which is the energy it would take to move one pound twelve feet. Even that sounds like a lot, except that this force is delivered in a tiny pellet that will only affect a tiny portion of the body.All that understood, we had no clue as to whether Bobby could even influence the path of a bullet, much less stop it.My initial idea was for Eric to do what we had done with the staples and BBs; to shoot past him, while Bobby tried to do things.Of.