The look of sweet exhaustion when I left him on the floor of the cooler . . . Needless to say, concentration on other things is not working.Finally ho...e. I cannot seem to get the door opened quickly enough. I throw my purse on the floor and head to my bedroom. I strip off my now soaked coat and notice the new wetness between my legs. I am struggling to resist the urge to relive the moment in the cooler and masturbate. I reach between my legs and give my clit one more caress to maybe calm. I knew then that I had him completely overmatched. I kept my gun in my left hand as I urged my horse to speed toward the wounded man. He was slumped over his saddle horn, and I would not have been surprised to see him fall to the ground at any moment.Dammit, he was playing 'possum! Sure, he was badly wounded, but he was not going to give up without a fight. When I got to within about 50 feet, he jerked upright and fired his pistol at me. I was not sure how I escaped—maybe he was not as good a. I started bleeding two weeks ago for the first time, and all the talk in school is about sex, boys, men, and getting ourselves excited by stories of cocks.Cocks, Dicks, that's their new designation, last year it was, Willies, and Pee-Pees, little girls amusing appendages, but now our periods have started, all of a sudden we are women, and a cock is something of a mystery and a bit of something on the side, up our assess, or a good shagging.The week after my first menstruation, I overheard. Her anal hole is so tight and he although with his power thumbed his cock so harder and its so tight and his half cock went inside and after few strokes he is about to cum and now he took the condom out and released the cum over her huge ass and her ass looks so good with cum. Now he was some tired and hie kissed her iver face and he now lighted the cigar and took a glass of whiskey and he ipened the door and the other cops were standing out. he asked them man what are u doing here.