I stood behind the glass and waited until the three were done firing.They were pulling the targets back as I walked to them and looked at the targets;...well, I guess they could scare their assailant to death. They had been at this two days a week for the last three weeks and none of them had put any rounds in the bull’s eye. They were all around it, left, and right, above and below.I hit the button to send the targets back to the mark, stepped into the first position and started firing until I. We weren’t really dancing at this point, just her grinding against me, doubtless trying to cause the pearl thong to send me spiralling towards the big O. She whispered to me that she was going to pull my dress down, and I whispered ‘please, no’ over and over. She was pulling gently at it while I used an arm to hold it in place. Why didn’t she understand that I wasn’t read? This was going way too far, and yet I knew I was going to lose this particular battle. Changing tack, she ran her hands. Finding the location in northern Saskatchewan was rather difficult, but Heather and I eventually got there. It had taken us some 3 months to locate it, nevertheless, and I was really worried about poor Jessy by now.Then, as I snooped at the camp through my telescope, I saw her. There was Jessy, my dear sister, following Clyde along the main dirt road of the compound. She had the most numbed-out look on her face, as if under a hypnotic spell or trance."Heather, I see her!" I excitedly whispered. With a lithe, athletic body...shapely legs and a pretty, round ass. Her small breasts have a perkiness to them that make a man’s hands ache to hole them. Her long blonde hair hangs in soft cascades around her shoulders...and her dark, sensuous eyes are full of life and glaze in arousal.Diane is about 33, dirty blonde hair that hangs nearly to her nipples. She's medium build, not thin but deliciously curvy. She has a big thing for men in uniform. The other women tease her that "boy scouts".