"I reached my hand over my shoulder, loosened the cover of the Eberlestock scabbard, pulled out my new rifle, locked the suppressor on the end of the ...arrel and slapped a mag home in it. I popped the lens caps up on the scope, found one of the towel ... excuse me insurgents, in a window, loaded a round and smoked his ass.The Butterbar commented, "Damn that was a nice shot and you didn't even range him."I located the next insurgent, and replied, "Anything closer than three hundred meters doesn't. ’ ‘I’m sure I’ll be fine.’ ‘Jesus. You really think that will stop them from moving in?’ ‘Hell no.’ He looked at me in surprise. ‘Then why bother?’ ‘They won’t race again. That’ll make it that much harder to make contacts. Now it’s up to the fucking cops to stop them.’ ‘You don’t like cops much, do you?’ ‘Do you? I know you spent time in the can.’ He shrugged, man of many words. ‘I deserve my privacy, Patrick. Leave me be.’ ‘It’s not fair.’ That wasn’t what I expected to hear. ‘What?’ ‘You. But in my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind”, I said softly.Pause.He looked around. There was a hint of naughtiness in his expression. Curiosity. Then he moved the sheets off him slowly and leaned forward. I knelt up on the bed and guided his face. He knew what I wanted, because he let his mouth hang open. I pressed the coolness of his young lips against the tip of my cock. I grabbed two fistfuls of his silky hair as my entire stem slid down Fergus’s warm throat. I held the camera. ” Soon I heard him come back and I heard whuffing with him. I thought he’d brought Duke back with him to fuck me outside. Soon I felt something cold shoved up against my cunt, and I automatically spread my legs, moaning. I heard Mr. Miller laugh lowly. “Yeah fuckpig spread your nasty cunt for him.” I felt the cold nose against me again, then heard movement as Mr. Miiller positioned the dog on a haybale behind me. Then I felt something strange slide into my cunt as a heavy weight hit my.