Damn! The girl could shoot. When she’d gone through two magazines, hitting seventy-five percent of the targets, I had her reload the two magazines a...d we moved back another ten yards before she started again.This time I talked about speed versus accuracy, and how accuracy was much more important than speed. If she had to sacrifice one over the other, then speed should always be sacrificed for better accuracy. I gave her tips on firing stances to limit the target she presented, but again warned. Torres has good taste in women. My gayness is exactly why Mr. Torreschoose me for this job: I won't mess with his lady and I might be ableto help you 'get pretty' as he says."So that was it from the beginning. This positively gorgeous man wasoff-limits. So be it. We went out to the BMW (yes, the same one), andwent off on our shopping trip."Okay, Diane, it looks like you need lots of things. Where would youlike to start?" I only have a little cash with me, so I don't know if we'll get. Moving his cock to make sure that his cock-head was in her shit-hole, Belinda then released his prick and used both hands to spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart.If the greyhound realized that his cock was in the wrong fuck-hole, he certainly didn't mind. Yelping, he began to stuff his hairy cock in deeper. His slick, naked cock-head forged ahead; spreading and opening her shit-chute, blazing a trail for his cock-stalk to follow. He sank in deeper and deeper.Her ass sucked as if she was. ”, Alex's excitement cooled quickly. “... uh, kind of, I think”“Do you or don't you?”“It's... like, when two... people get naked and... do stuff...”“Do you know what kind of 'stuff'?”No, he didn't. Truth was, Alex knew almost nothing about it. If Carl had a heart, the sight before his eyes would probably break it. Alex was frowning and hunching, clearly saddened. Instead, Carl only hoped the kid wouldn't cry, it could ruin his plan.Trying to cheer the boy up, Carl suggested there could be.