I knocked the first bird out of the air. It was a big, fat drake. Gort’s wolf pup had spooked it as we’d walked down to the shoreline. The bird ha... taken off in flight over the lake and then it had turned so that its flight path crossed the shore of the lake just a matter of yards from where we were standing. I was the only one ready for it. Luck was on my side and it came down close to where we were standing. It wasn’t dead, but it was stunned senseless. I twisted its neck and finished it off.. The gentle brushes across my ass then turned to a nice fondle.And then I realized I was getting wet.Suddenly those naughty fingers stopped the fondling; but then I felt a warm gentle hand in between my hot thighs. I did not know what to do. I decided to stay quiet, since I loved the sensation…Those fingers started to massage my inner thighs, very smooth.I showed a big smile on my face, as I pretended to watch the game. My loving husband looked at me from across the bar and he smiled at me.Then. One of the military men marched back, his green and dark blue box pleated kilt swaying in time to his brisk steps. She hadn’t noticed previously, their pace so swift, but his white socks had a red and white patterned upper cuff. He tipped his bonnet again. During her nod back, she wondered was it true that she’d heard he would not have been wearing underpants ... how odd, but in this heat very comforting to know yet thinking how nice it would be. But she wouldn’t dare. Yin was uncomfortable. ’ This message seemed to revive the General. He turned in his saddle. ‘Major Tremaine, ride to the right and take command there. You must hold.’ He turned to the aide de camp and began to give orders but Jeffrey didn’t hear them, he was already galloping away. The rebel riflemen under Colonel Morgan were taking a devastating total on British officers. One had already shot General Fraser and the officers of the Royal Artillery were all down, killed or wounded. To be an officer made one a target,.