The place was littered with shot up cans, broken bottles, and tatters of paper targets. It had long been a favorite spot for weekend gun enthusiasts f...om Stuttgart and the smaller local towns to drink beer and shoot their grandfathers' old Mausers."Alright, let me do it..." Eva said, carefully removing the glove from Wolfgang's hand, pulling it inside out from his fingers. She put the latex into a plastic zip-lock bag, closing it tightly while Wolfgang recovered the shell casings with muttered. I walked into the room, feeling a bit shy.“Um. I’m home…is dinner not ready?”My parents looked over at me and instead of warmth in their eyes I saw some sort of cold detachment.“Sit down Clara,” My father said, I walked over and sat. The pit in my stomach feeling heavier than ever.“Things are going to change around here, but eventually, we’ll all settle into a new normal.”“What do you mean—”“Don’t interrupt me. This is hard enough. Clara, every afternoon when you get home from school you will. ..yes!” he muttered. Trixy kicked his hand away with her toe leaving his cock jutting up in the air before him. “Close your eyes, and count to ten. You’ll cum when I say. Not spurting all over the place like a horny teenager.” “Oh fuck, yes Nurse Trixy,” Peter groaned, turning his face skyward. He closed his eyes and counted the numbers once again. The woman had only been in his home twenty minutes, and here he was, a gibbering, pleading wreak. “Let’s have some fun,” Trixy grinned, dropping. ” Jennifer smiled and agreed that it was a good idea. “Maybe we could ask Elizabeth and Helen if they’d look after it for the community,” she said. “That’s a good idea,” I said. “If we did that, perhaps we should ask anyone that uses the tent to pay a small fee so that it isn’t a burden for Elizabeth and Helen.”We continued our discussions and finally decided to have a chat with the elders to get their take on the idea and to make sure that the ladies were comfortable with the idea as well..