It’s a big surprise that they made it as far as they did. I can always remember them in an argument about something or other. My mother was a beauti...ul woman. As I grew older and began to realize that my penis was for a few things more than just pissing out of, I began to try and see my mother in different stages of undress, whenever I could. Even before my Dad left, I would sneak peaks up her skirt, or sometimes see her in just a towel, and so on. Once I started jerking off, it was even more. Beth was always home through the day, left in the evening and came back around 4 am in the morning. Her wash was also a bit of a mystery as she had rather skimpy clothing with negligees, fashionable bras and brief panties. It was none of my business what she did or didn't do as I was more interested in my studying for my degree. One weekend I was chatting with Beth and mentioned I had just lost my job as the restaurant that I was working in had burnt down. Beth asked me if I was looking for. John called out, “It’s open Jenny,” and she let herself in. “I’m in the kitchen fixing some drinks.”She walked slowly over to the kitchen. “Hey you.” She stood in the doorway. “Miss me?”John turned to see her and almost dropped the ice cubes he was holding. “Wow you look stunning, where have you been?”“Nowhere, just wanted to look good for you,” she replied coming closer. “Well you certainty look fantastic sweetheart,” he said handing her a drink then turning around again, he bent over to get. BANG! A moment later, the Indian's head exploded at the bullet hit him somewhere around his left eye. Abigail was already preparing for her next shot, so she really didn't pay much attention to the dead Indian. She found another suitable target and went through her preparation ritual. BANG! Another Indian down, shot this time in the chest. She continued to shoot her remaining 4 shots, accounting for 4 more important looking Indians.She stopped to reload, and, once that was done, shouted in.