The last of the wounded men was very foolish, or maybe not, now that I think about it. He had picked up enough #00 buckshot to be in pretty bad shape,...so I now figured that he was just committing an honorable suicide instead of dying a drawn out death from carrying those lead balls inside of his body. He could barely hold onto his lance and stay on the horse, so I had no trouble at all with shooting him. Okay, three down and eight to go.It was time to get serious! The next man chose to come. Something crazy like that. She backed away momentarily to pull my t-shirt off and unbuttoned my shorts. She then pulled off her own shorts and panties that revealed her dark, very hairy, and very wet muff. She pulled my hand toward it and I began awkwardly rubbing her labia and bush. I remember how good and musky the air now smelled. She began to heave deeply and reached one hand down to the vibrator on the floor. After she brought it up she then reached into the nearby dresser and pulled out a. I could hear her pounding up the steps and wondered why she was in such a rush. I looked at Myrna and she was frowning, so I decided not to say anything. I excused myself and with Kat trailing me, headed for our room to get out the stuff I needed. I was still digging in the closet when Kat came out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go. The sight of her took my breath away."Hon, don't the people in this country wear veils and stuff like that to a funeral? When I went to my grandfather's. She then started to massage around his neck and shoulders. "Thanks. I've been told I'm great at giving massages. Maybe we should have done this sooner, it may have made going school and playing sports a lot easier."He moaned. "Probably...ughhh...you're hands are so amazing." I'm so glad you like it," she replied, with her hands pressing hard on her son's body. "I'm sure I have other things you might enjoy as well."Lauren then moved her legs across her son's lower back and straddled him. Her.