"On the other hand, Dad and I processed a lot of rounds at paper and other targets. Maybe we can both bag our first thug today."Rachel smiled, and the...sun rose."I've got an idea," I said after thinking a minute. "You naturally walk with your rifle pointing right, and mine tends to the left. If we need to shoot, you take any bozo on the right - I'll take any bozo on the left. We won't have to think about it. How does that sound?" I like it!" she said. "But how will I know when to shoot?" I trust. It was becoming too obvious what she was starting at. "Yep. That was it. That was all they had. Sorry. Guess you'll just have to wear those all the time now. All the time every day until I can get you some different ones, I guess. Guess you'll just have to wear those around the house if you want, you know." She was babbling. She was flustered and she wasn't making any sense. She needed to get Jason and his wonderfully packed slab of beef out of the room before she lost it altogether. Again,. He wanted me to feel those moments and get anxious. Dean gave a push, and his cock slid in. At the same time, stars appeared in front of my eyes. It hurt me like hell, and I started to cry like hell.Dean waited for a minute and then again pushed in. It again started to pain. Dean was allowing me to settle and insert it so that I feel the pain every time instead of one go. He took a good amount of time and inserted it completely. I was almost unconscious till that time.The table had a good. "Now, get out of those dirty clothes... and maybe I'll do the same."The boy's eyes lit up as Becky's comment sank in. He began to throw off his clothes. Becky watched with great interest. That feeling with which she had been dealing began to build within her again.Jess discarded his oversized shirt. His darkly tanned arms had a distinct line of demarcation at his shoulders. Above the line, his skin was milky white... a farmer's tan, thought Becky. Jess' overalls came off in a flash, as did his.