They always hated the massive recoil with their small body structure, but they managed to cope.Once they had the shotguns mastered well enough, I had ...hem start practice with the rifles. The rifles were marginally better than the shotguns as far as recoil was concerned, but the women really preferred the pistols whenever they were practical. I did not object to that, but I did insist that they practice with the rifles because I knew that we were going to need them the first time we ran up. . know," she stammered.Jennifer was amused and having a ball. She wasn't about to let the girl off the hook that easily. "I have no idea what you mean," she said, keeping her face from breaking into a smile.Tammy's cheeks burned and she looked to Bill for help out of her dilemma. He just winked at her."Tell her, Tammy," he urged. "Don't be ashamed of your curiosity about sex. It's natural."Tammy took a deep breath. Her throat constricted and she coughed nervously. "Did you ever do anything with. All I feel is tongue and I managed to force myself torelax and see what she does. I get a momentary frightwhen she growls at Storm when he wants to help butother than that, it is clear she is intent on makingsure she misses nothing.Finally, I feel her jump off the bed and I listen asher toenails click on the floor. I hear a few noisylaps at the water bowl and then the unmistakable soundof her going out the dog door.“How was it?” Julie’s voice is gentle.“Awesome,”. On that Friday evening now so long ago the story gripped me both for its subject and the images it evoked, more than that it caught my imagination just as deeply as the heat that grew deep between my thighs. A girl suspended beneath a stallion and deeply impaled upon his cock, it’s just not possible, is it... ??You probably think I’m weird, not so much for reading the story over and over, but because the mechanics of the act enthralled me, I just couldn’t get the images out of my head, I still.