I noticed that they sometimes raised the weapons up high over their heads and fired whilst staying as low as possible to present a smaller target. It ...eminded me of some of latter day third world allies that struck a good pose on a firing range and then reverted to similar actions on an actual battlefield when opposing fire was the most important factor of all.I had lots of practice with a muzzle loader and the flintlock mechanism from my days in the reenactment events that celebrated the. Knock, knock, knock.She stood, her knees trembling, heart racing as she made her way to thedoor. She peeked through the peep hole and saw her soon-to-be first. Hewas tall, handsome, early twenties maybe, and very clean shaven. Whatelse could she do? It would be rude to turn him away, but she couldn't! Kimberly was me. Or I should say, is me, and this is the story of myfirst time.I opened the door. Dave's eyes drank in her appearance, from her hair toher incredibly high heels. Even with. .. You never called me," she whispered in my ear before licking it. Leaning back, she began to gring her pussy into my waist. All of the sudden I recognized her through my drunken haze. Elicia tugged at her nipple rings and winked at me seductively. The two of us stumbled out of the bathroom,my vest rumpled and undone, her tits still half hanging out, and began to wind our way through the crowd. A few guys tried to take her from my hands and feel her up as we went. Surprisingly the sight didn't. Her bra quickly joined the blouse. She rubbed her heavy sagging breasts as she looked over her shoulder and smiled. Betsy came out of the bathroom wearing a baby doll outfit. It was pink and sheer. I could see her huge arreola and thumb sized nipples clearly through her top. She swayed over to me and gave me a huge kiss that tasted of wine. I pushed my erection into her belly and squeezed both breasts. I leaned down and kissed each nipple through her top. She moaned loudly as I cupped her nice.