When I saw the profile of the face staring through the scope, I was very surprised. And then my surprise turned to anger. I didn't know or recognize t...e face, but it wasn't what I was expecting to find waiting for me in this warehouse, with a deadly rifle. I was expecting a middle-aged white man, perhaps one of the Vietnam Veterans who couldn't adjust to a peacetime America. Instead, it was a woman's face staring down the gun barrel. No wonder that there was no description of the Rifleman. With. Megan shivered in disgust, but pushed her finger upwards, sliding it into the blonde's tight cunt tunnel."My Cleeet. Leek my Cleety," Yvonne moaned, jerking on Megan's hair again.Megan searched upwards with her tongue and found the hard little clit, then began to rasp her tongue across it, desperate to stop the hair pulling which was sending needles of pain into her skull.She tasted Yvonne's salty girl milk, feeling it coating her tongue and lips as she continued to lap at the girl's. ... The old saying, 'you should see home before you travel' didn't cover what I saw on the third day of my vacation in Yellowstone. 26 years old and this was my first time here, my parents didn't 'do' camping, admittedly I had been spent most of my time at school and college, but now, with my Master's behind me, I just wanted some quiet time. I wasn't getting back to nature, I wanted to find out where I wanted to go next. A time out. On the second day, I had wandered around, gone to the falls,. Over the course of the semester we became close friends and some of her shyness vanished around me. She would still go stone silent around boys, but we girls had a good time together. She was also quite body shy, even around me. She wore baggy clothes and I'd only caught a few glimpses of her body when she was changing.When summer break came, I invited her to come spend it with me. It was going to be dull with just my brother Tommy in the house and my parents off in Europe on business. She.