Mr. Jeremiah Brentwood the town gunsmith had a cancer. But during the winter time he trained all the young men in the village into shootists. He said ...he Colt Navy was a man killer and fast to handle, though some favored the Remington Navy. We each learned to wear two Navy revolvers and aim fast. After learning the revolver we learned the Henry rifle and then the Greener Coach gun. Mr. Brentwood chopped Greener barrels off at 22 or 23 inches to make fine coach guns for us all. Some took 10 bore. It was almost a shame, he'd liked this pair. He'd just have to take her shopping for a couple of new pairs later. One of his favorite things about the panties she enjoyed wearing was how easy to rip off they were. And god, he loved tearing them from her body.Rough fingers trailed across the light blush across her ass, before his hand came down hard again, startling another cry from the girl. A large red handprint formed, pulling a grin to his lips, and he slammed his hand down on the other. We worked into things slowly almost like a proper date really and she asked me to show her my room so I walked her upstairs and we sat there for good half an hour supping wine and the drink doing its job , she said I feel drunk and started kissing me , I said I actually like you which she said no that's not our deal . Anyway she got hold of my now bulging area on top of my jogging type trousers and started working it in gentle circles and told me to finger her as she was getting wet , I never. As the first women in a column stepped clear of the barn, a light in each shuttle's door came on. Within a few steps of leaving the barn the four lines of women began to diverge toward their assigned shuttle. Many of the women began to shake as they neared the shuttle door, they could see the lighted interior through it but couldn't see the shuttle itself. On reaching a shuttle, the Security team member leading the women immediately stepped inside. Once inside, they directed the women to take a.