"The way Ashley shoots, Miguel had to change her brain to process the variables without thinking about them. After I taught her the numbers for things...like windage and bullet drop, she could eyeball it perfectly every time, except it's not really eyeballing for her. Ashley's brain is doing the work automatically! At short-range, there's almost no variables beyond the gun and whether you or the target OR you and the target are moving." I also made other changes to Ashley. It becomes a balancing. I patted the ground next to me and suggested he come sit round the fire with me to dry out. When he sat down, he realised I was looking at his straining cock and he suddenly looked away and seemed embarrassed. I put my hand on his shoulder and told him he shouldnt be embarrassed, pointing out that I too was getting an erection. He looked over at my boxers and smiled, no longer feeling awkward. I moved my hand down his chest and could feel how fast his heart was beating. He was clearly as. " He said it with a release of air, like he was letting a tremendous weight off his chest. But I wasn't going to let the cute little boycunt get off so easily. "Your cock is kind of small? How small Teddy...kind of small...or very small?" He blinked at me and looked like he might either swear at me or cry. He did neither. "The doctor said ...it could get bigger when I get older..." "Fat chance, Teddy. You are already sixteen. Other boys your age have seven inch fuckers and. Tracy lies back on the bed, still working the big dick shaped toy in and out of her pussy, moaning softly, slowly gaining momentum and speed. Her pelvis thrusts up towards the toy as she brings it down into her. Suddenly she feels the familiar build up to her orgasm and gritting her teeth fucks herself harder and harder with the cock. Finally she feels herself go over the edge as intense waves of pleasure crash over her. Tracy’s body stiffens and her pussy tightens over the black cock-shaped.