After breakfast, which was great, Johnny took me shooting. Mom was going to come along, but she wanted to get Mr. Gregson's apartment ready for him.I'... never been shooting much less held a gun before. It was scary but fun. I wasn't so much scared of the gun but of what it could do. Smithy, the man running the gun shop and the range, said, "That's a good attitude to have Miss. You're less likely to shoot yourself in the foot or blow off some other more vitally needed body part."Once he made sure. Her breathing deepened and she sped up even more, hips swinging side to side as she pounded him in and out. He was grunting now, lower and louder with each shove into her. Her head was straight back, mouth wide and eyes tight. Hair swinging with her bottom. Concentrating on herself, her clitoris, nothing else in the world mattered right then, I knew that's what I'd be doing.His hips started to buck, loosing the beat, jerking. He was starting to get close again, trying to hold back for a little. Nithya was simply moaning aaaaahhhh uuuffff and I started sucking Nithya's erect hard nipples one by one.Nithya kept on moaning and sibilating biting her lips with her teeth and making sounds like aaaahhh etc. This sucking of her navel and breasts went for almost an half an hour. Now my dick was ready to drill a hole. I just put my cock in her deep navel and just moved it up and down Nithya moaned eemmmm. I lift her leg up, kiss her feet, lick her knee and leg, lick her thighs, forced her. The trigger was a foot pedal so that both hands could be used to "horse" the weapon around. The gunner, Connie in most cases, sat on a little seat and was swiveled around by the loader. The swiveling moved the whole gun mount, but there was enough free motion in the gun itself that the gunner still had plenty of freedom in aiming. The machine gun was not a practical weapon for hunting. For one thing, it was not sufficiently portable, but also it was very difficult to fire just one shot..