This is in case I want to carry anything, it can go in the pack so I can still keep both of my hands free.Those twelve inch Bowie knives may sound big... but that’s the full length of the knife while the blade is eight inches so one fits nicely on the shoulder with the handle just above where I need to reach for the pistols and the belly knife is all but hidden under the gun there.I even have a new hat that looks like a cross between a Mexican hat and a gringo hat. They took my spare Texas style. I felt orgasms squirting across my legs, from left to right, then right to left, like I was caught in some sexual shoot out. Then I felt it on my toes. and squirting against the bottoms of my feet. It felt like three or four men unloaded on my breasts. The warm cum contacting my sensitive nipples was almost more than I could stand. I was covered in cum. The room reeked of it. Was this over? What the fuck was that? then I heard the sound of footsteps again. One single set of footsteps.. His skin had a sun-kissed glow about it, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors. I took in all his male perfection in a moment, before twigging to the fact that there was a strange man in my apartment. Scrambling to get under the covers, behind the bed, somewhere to hide my nakedness, I screeched “What are you doing here?!?” Or tried to screech-- the words caught in my throat and came out at just over a whisper. “You invited me in on a passing sunbeam,” he smiled, as he leered at what he could. I looked at her face still sleepingpeacefully. I wondered if it would change. I continued tofondle her tits until my hand wandered down, pulled upher shirt slightly and slid underneath. When my fingersfelt the soft skin of her breasts, my cock almostexploded on its own.As I continued to grope this sleeping beauty, I workedher shirt up until her chest was completely exposed tome. My hands were soon replaced by my mouth. Oh, her titstasted so fantastic, my tongue swirling around the nippleand.