Laura and Terry were great company, bringing wine and fresh blackberries with them. Laura and Rachel chatted, as well as Terry and I chatting, about g...ns, motorcycles, etc, just getting to know more about each other. The night was supposed to be about hanging out, seeing if we all clicked or not. So, conversation continued. At one point, Laura asked about guns, she said she had grown up in a family with lots of guns, and asked if she could see some. Taking her into the other room, we looked. I had worked out like a mad man for nearly a year. I picked up the dork, and dumped him into a snow drift.Why is it that parents always see you do something like that?"David Allen Dawson!" Mom yelled at me."He started it," I complained."I don't care. Now help your brother out of the snow before Greg freezes to death," she ordered me.The little shit was playing possum, and pulled me in with him. We wrestled until I pinned him. Oh, how the tables had turned. I was dancing in the drive when a snow. The most interesting place was the combination barn, storeroom, and tool shed that stood at the back edge of the compound. In the barn was a tractor, every implement known to man to fit it, and a large flatbed hay trailer. There were dozens and dozens of hay bales stacked here and there around the thirty by forty-foot room. The storeroom in the top of the barn was full of furniture and furnishings of all styles and types. It seemed as though whoever decorated this place never threw anything. Suddenly without warning, his hand connected with her ass, causing her to squeal. It was quickly followed by five more, and then he pulled her up to her knees, positioning himself behind her. Taking his cock in his hand he moved it up and down her wet pussy before sliding it inside of her.“Oh fuck,” Ann moaned, moving back towards him, getting him as deep as she could inside of her pussy, squeezing him.Holding her by the hips he began to move slowly in and out, reaching under her to play with.