Gently he tugged them apart and knelt between them. She didn’t know what he was about when his hands drew her bottom to the edge of the bed and gui...ed her legs over his shoulders. It was only as she felt his warm breaths stir her damp curls that she began to realise his wicked intent. “No, you couldn’t possibly,” she began, only to end in a squeak as his tongue darted out, lapping at her dewy folds. Her whole body arched, her fingers digging into the mattress above her head as his mouth moved. We did have to wear hearing protection when we were shooting, but Beth and I spent at least an hour a day in practice. We had an informal competition going which I was leading, but I could not help wondering if she were letting me win just enough to stay ahead. Oh, well, I appreciated the gesture, and Dad insisted that we both were doing very well.We went out to Mr. Andrews’ farm to practice with the shotguns because of the noise of a shotgun shell being fired. That was usually only once per. ” she said and pulled my cock to her pussy. She rubbed it up against Dan’s shaft and told me to push. With a little pressure I slid into her hot, juicing cunt. It was mind-blowing. I felt the warmth of her pussy flow from my groin and over my whole body. It was like a head rush. Margie groaned/growled “Fuck me!” So we did. It was incredible. My cock slid up and down on Dan’s cock like it was in a groove. Margie was sandwiched between us. I kissed her neck and had my hand on her tit. She was. Her thoughts lingered there for a second or two, wondered how she had not died in a couple of situations over the years before a clear moment stepped in and she noticed her body tensing up, shivering slightly in the morning cold and the relaxed, almost silent moan escaping her lips before she let two fingers dive into the warm wetness of her pussy and the moment of clarity was gone again.Flashes of her current book projects and new ideas flew past her inner eye and she tried to hold onto them.