Then he sat and took out his revolver. He hadn't cleaned it since he'd shot those two men earlier, and he knew how important it was to keep all the in...ricate parts clean. He'd had a gun jam on him once before, and it wasn't an experience he wanted a second time.Putting it back in the holster for the time being, he went to his belongings and pulled his rifle from its boot. It gave him only a single shot, but at least he wouldn't be helpless while he cleaned his revolver. He also took his. I did. "Now cross your legs" I did. "No , higher up on your thigh. Make it cross over as high up on your thigh as you can. It should squeeze your undies in real tight at the very middle." I looked puzzled and sort of shifted a little but didn't accomplish what he was suggesting. He lifted my passive leg up an inch or two and set it down again so the under part of my thigh was waaaaay up toward the top of the other thigh. It made a steep jutting column of that passive leg. The geometry was. Her knees were back near her shoulders giving the man between her legs complete access to what she liked to call her 'honey pit'. Well it sure was going to be packed full of honey tonight if the eight guys in the room had anything to say about it. Each had already fucked Mandy twice, two of them had dumped in her three times, and Jerry, the one between her legs now, was having his fourth helping. A quick glance around the room showed four hard cocks up and ready to go again, and I had no doubt. ..I owe that to you," I informed her. "Since I obviously can't very well do that myself at the moment," I added with my leaded weight arms still practically pinned to each side of me there on the bed. It was a monumental effort to even shift them a little, trying to find a way to make myself a bit more comfortable as I lay there."But..." No buts," I said heading her off. "Don't even go there mom," I said simply. "I can't do it, and I sure as hell don't think Miss Crotchety would be willing to,.