Shipley. I was in the barn when the shooting started. I got off a few shots of my own. I ain't sure, but I think I did wing him. He sure made a noise ...ike he was hit!" What's goin' on? Why would anybody shoot at us?" I don't think the shooter even knew that I was around. I'm sure that he was just trying to scare you. He shot at the darkened side of the house where you weren't likely to be. I'll bet it was that lawyer fellow what was trying to get the ranch. I don't mean him, exactly, but a. Just go slow.”She did, slowly finger-fucking my ass. I felt violated, but in a very pleasant way. It was a foreign feeling, but it was good, better by the minute as I adapted and accepted it. When I raised my ass up slightly to meet her thrusting fingers, she whispered, “I’ve got you now.”“I think you had me at hello.”She laughed. “Does that line ever work?”“You tell me.”“As I recall, I never said hello. I think I asked you who was winning.”“Mmm-hmm. And I am, at the moment.”The next time I. Eventually, I placed his hands onto my hair and pleaded with him to tell me how it felt. He responded immediately telling me how good it was and how he had never had a girl take him all the way down. I sped up for a while and bobbed up and down a number of times, taking him balls deep at the end of every little series. I heard him gasp and cry out for me to slow down, because he was close, and didn’t want to cum yet. I halted and glanced at my watch. Pacing myself, I sucked and licked his cock. “Shouldn’t I ask?”Adriana sat up straight composing herself. “Well,” she looked around at everyone. “In a sense you might say we did.” She couldn’t remain composed. They started giggling again including the girl who worked there. That immediately clued me in on her knowing everything that happened. I let out a long sigh. They spoke in French and I wasn’t surprised my Brazilian friends spoke French too.“And I suppose it also might explain why my butt felt funny.” At that point there was serious.