She had said that she could shoot a rifle. She didn't lie. She was a fine shot with a rifle, and an adequate shot with a pistol. I told her the second...revolver was to be her main pistol, so she made up a belt and holster for her slim waist, so the gun rode in her lap.During supper she mentioned that she liked to ride, and asked if she could ride Bob."Sure," I answered. "Bob needs to be ridden enough to keep him sharp anyway. You ride him as much as you want."We slept under the wagon that night.. I closed my bedroom door and sat on my bed, wondering if I would ever be able to look my aunt Brenda in the eyes again. Worse, I feared Aunt Brenda would tell my mom and THAT would cause the ultimate shame.Wallowing in my feelings of disgrace and embarassment I fell back on my bed with a groan, eyes clamped shut, bumping my forehead with my fists; penance might help ease the shame.Still, I could not get the vision of what I had just witnessed out of my mind. Even with the sound of my mother's. "Losing your virginity is a big, big step and I'm not going to rush you. This is what you said you wanted yesterday but if you want to wait longer I'm happy. I'm going to have a lifetime to make love to you and I promise you that once I start it's going to go on. It's just that we don't have to start tonight. If you want, I'll wait until we're married." Oh God!" she said. "I'm being so wet." No you're not. You're being entirely reasonable and the last thing I ever want to do is frighten you or. I grasp one by his hairysheathe, stroking him. I can’t afford any more abuse onmy battered cunny. The other is at my feet licking thesticky dog cum off my soles. “They’re dogs. It’s their nature. They don’t knowbetter.” I tell myself. As I stroke the scraggly muttleft over, I rub the underbelly of the fourth dog withmy bare foot. He humps back against my soft sole. Before I even think it, I extend the tip of my tongueand lick the tip of the mutt’s cock..