Do you know the feeling that you get when you know something is not quite right. I was mostly hidden by the pew and my boyfriends body. He would have ...ooked, to anyone that came in, as if he was in spiritual contemplation. But I was about to sink down on his cock when I noticed something in the background. I slowly lifted my head to peer around my boyfriend and over the pew. I licked at the head of his cock to avoid suspicion. It was then I saw a priest walk about eight or nine pews behind us. Randy finished his beer and looked toward the bar, holding the empty up and wiggled it back and forth. Dottie frowned and hesitated then with a sigh she pulled another, opened it then delivered it to him. She said, “This’s the last one Randy. You’d had a few before ya come in and now this’ll be the sixth one here in less than an hour. I think you’d better give me your keys now too son.”Randy took the beer and glared at Dottie. He turned his head, tipped it back and took a deep chug from the. I had eaten in the town, so all I had to do was to tend the animals, pitch my tent and crawl in. I hardly had my blanket spread before I was asleep.I think that I should take this time to describe my rifle, since it plays such a key role in the rest of my story. My father was a true genius, since he designed a flintlock that would work in the rain if the user were reasonably careful. The rifle used a paper cartridge which contained the powder and the ball. There was a chamber for the cartridge. I would be happy just talking to him but talking isnt what turns me on. I would be animalistic with the way I kissed him. It would be passionate. Our tongues would be dancing as fluidly and sensually as it can happen. Id bite his lower lip and run my tongue across it. He would grab me and throw me against the wall. His hands would be all over me. His hands were even sexy to me. Big and strong. Grabbing me all over, squeezing my boobs and roaming all over my ass. Id be moaning quietly, biting.