I was worried. People were talking about a young, beautiful young lady that had…’ He stopped talking instantly. I knew what he was going to say, �...�the lady that lost her child’. Reality folded in, I had lost my child! Never was I going to see it walk, talk and play with the other children. It was gone, gone from my life. Tears filled my eyes as, again I mourned for my babies death. I kept my eyes fixed on the bed in front of me, I couldn’t bring myself to look into those mysterious eyes. I. Click. More photos and some giggles and a few intakes of breath. Now was the time to slowly open my eyes. I looked straight up and saw, less than half a meter from me, the guy in yellow, his camera pointed between my legs. He was too occupied to see my eyes were open, and when I glanced to the side, I saw his friends looking on. One of the girls was biting her bottom lip, wondering what I was going to say.I smiled and looked down, acting as though I was surprised to see my semi-hard cock. Instead she climbs to her feet to see what the fuss is all about.The girl runs down the hill to the barn and opens the door. One of the new stallions is kicking his stall and neighing loudly. She knows it is new because she has not seen it before. Her father deals a lot with horses, always buying and selling. No horse ever really stays long on the farm. When something like this happens, usually one of the hand calms the horse down by talking to it and brushing its coat. Emily Elizabeth doesn’t. 95 a round, not something that you went out in the back yard and shot a hundred rounds for shits and giggle.With me lying on the mat, the tripod adjusted and the rifle pulled tight to my shoulder, I squeezed the trigger. Damn, that thing still had a kick even though it was supposed to be recoilless. Even with the double hearing protection it was loud. I shot two more rounds then let Vicky be next and then everyone else. I loaded another clip, flinching every time the gun fired.We rode to the.