410?" I asked."Yes, they only make a run of them about every three years," the owner answered."I need another one of those," I said to the girls.So I ...roceeded to become the proud owner of a Remington model 1100 Sporting in .410 bore, along with a case of target loads and a case of buckshot.We went home after overspending our monthly budget in one day.When we got home the sheriff's department was finished with our place. I had the girls go take care of the stock, while I worked on cleaning up. The third time he sniffed his long pink tongue snaked out and he licked her fingers. I saw his tongue go back in his mouth and I knew he was tasting me. He came back for a second, third and fourth helping. I would have thought he liked my taste. After some more persuasion Wendy got me to sit back down in a big chair. I was naked I sat at the edge of the chair so that my pussy was easy to get to. Wendy at the side of me she called him over and did the finger thing again to make sure he was still. Her screams only fueled his need to fuck her harder as he rammed his cock straight down her tunnel and into her cervix. He could feel her walls shuddering around him, uncontrollably as that first wave of pleasure hit her full force causing her walls to suck on his throbbing shaft, covering him in the sweetest of hot nectar. He began to pump harder as her nails raked his pistoning ass, leaning down to kiss her deeply as he felt the head bang against her cervix.Elle could feel the waves begin to. I am aching inside with a need I have never known as He slips into bed beside me. But instead of turning to me, He lies back and closes His eyes. He sighs contentedly and murmurs, “Get some sleep. You have a long weekend ahead of you.” He falls asleep almost immediately. I, on the other hand, cannot. My heart is pounding, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins insures I will be wide awake for quite some time. I wiggle over onto my side, and in the faint light from the window, I.