And those legs and ass. Oh boy, an instant boner for any young man in the middle of his hormonal troubles. But the best were her tits. Full, firm, nat...ral, high-standing D or even E cups. At her age? One of nature's finest little miracles. Every time I had seen her cleavage, I had, no joking, left a trace of my slobber all over the place. And her reaction? A cheeky little I'm-soooo-sorry grin. Get the picture, huh? And there she stood, her luscious body barely covered by her nightie. My eyes. He also furnished most of the nails.Yes, the other old timers said, if it hadn't been for good old Frank, there never would have been a church built out there in the middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma. They also recounted how "Wild Frank Martin," as he was known in those days would try to out drink, out fight and out everything else everybody else until that time he met up Alvin York again, after the Big War of 1917. Before The Big War, they had been drinking pals and got drunk and fought their ways. He felt her pussy contract harder around his tongue as he almost hummed against her pussy.Lindsey felt her own orgasm building as well. Her attention focused on Justin's nose pushing against her clit, and his tongue prodding at her pussy hole. "Yes, make me cum Justin, I wanna cum so bad," Lindsey almost yelled out as she ground harder against his face. Justin couldn't do anything, barely able to breath as Lindsey's pussy lips almost engulfed his tiny face. Both of the girl's breathing was. If either one of us finished with his three Navajos before the other finished, then he would take out the nearest fourth man. Naturally, we did not expect this to come about, but we wanted to be prepared for all eventualities.The scenario played out as planned, another surprise—how lucky could we get? The children were pushed into the shade and signed to sit down. The moment that they did, we started shooting. We were so close to the Navajos that it was another case of one shot, one kill. Three.