. . which he’d deposited into her incredible pussy. He hadn’t asked about birth control before exploding into her, and she hadn’t told, though ...he had said after, “I’ve never let anyone do that before”. What that meant, it seemed clear now, was that she’d never had unprotected intercourse to discharge. It also meant that there was a 16-year-old girl in the world carrying his child, and that neither of them knew the other’s name.After wrestling with the moralities, the ethics, the realities. There had even been theoccasional threesome or even a gangbang, but it was always with men. In noway was she a lesbian. Not that there was anything wrong with that, sinceshe suspected Monica enjoyed the company of women exclusively. But tonightwas girls' night out. It was sometimes nice to take a break from thevicissitudes of life, regardless of how exciting they might be. A littlebreak can energize the weary but invigorate even the most passionatelifestyles. The girls were going to have. I picked up some more raw materials to build some more rifles, and I also stocked up on those caps that were becoming so popular. I thought to experiment to see if it was worth the effort to convert my rifle design to use a cap. The change would be rather simple if I could work out a good way to load the cap without practically disassembling the rifle to get the cap into place. Everything I could come up with so far took so long to accomplish that I had completely killed the fast firing feature. She stood still for an instant, a small bronze statue and even the wind appeared unable to touch her. What was she feeling? Excitement? Bemusement? Indifference? Fatima had no way of knowing. Then the other relaxed her grip on her stick and looked at the Tartar. ‘I will go with you,’ she said. That was all. Fatima grinned with pleasure, leaning forward she gave the girl the reins of the captured Mongolian horse. The Kara-Khitan swung into the saddle and glanced inquiringly at Fatima. What was.