He had a White friend, Charlie Goodnight, who was a successful gunfighter and was also sympathetic to my vendetta. Goodnight taught me how to shoot bo...h the pistol and the rifle, and my skill reached a high level under his tutelage. He was the one who convinced me to go for wearing my pistol in a crossdraw position. Actually, it was a semi-shoulder holster arrangement that he helped me with. It was the one he used, and he swore by it. If nothing else, it confused the opponent because your gun. Penny ran her hands through my hair as I worked on her breast. Then I switched sides to the left breast.Penny held my head up and exclaimed, "That is fantastic, Kyle. I've never felt like this before." She pushed me over on my back. She ended up on top of me. We kissed, our tongues swirling between my mouth and her mouth. My painfully erect cock was trapped between us. It was pressing against Penny's belly and crotch.Penny held her head up and asked, "Kyle, is that what I think it is pressing. I was being used, I was their toy."We will have to get John in next time, he would love this slut she said," all the time though the guest with the real cock never said a word. He just remained rock hard and continued getting head."Yes John will have him next, we will get John to fuck him too, this slut needs more cock, it can take more," she said.I had never been referred to as "it" before, but I liked it. I liked being used.My cock was hard, it lacked attention, I needed to cum, but there was. Studs don’t need sleep.” He flipped on his Xbox. I groaned half-jokingly and obligingly continued to play until------------------------------------------ I suddenly woke up to complete darkness. I lay in absolute blackness, the near silence in the room almost suffocating me. There was the rasp of his breath only a yard away. He had thrown the covers off in his sleep and his perfect, masculine body lounged exposed across the bed. Light from a streetlamp shone down on.