I guess I was lucky; I must have fooled whoever it was shooting at me, because no more shots were fired in my direction. The bullet crease on my chest...hurt like hell, but it sure served to keep me awake!I reached the trees and jumped down, pulling my custom modified Winchester as I did. I had a real clever gunsmith down in Julesburg rebuild a .44-40 to take the same .45 caliber ammunition that was used in my pistols. I was real partial to those Schofields, so I had to have a rifle chambered for. My outer folds of personal smoothness began to warm gently also. On instinct, I ran my hand between my legs and slowly covered what was there. My middle finger sank slightly into my personal crevice. It was warm and damp and my finger was generously coated with my wetness. As I stared at Carlton lying there on the bed, I slowly slid my finger through my pussy lips. The soft warmth of my pussy as I glided my finger through myself sent feelings roaring all over my body. The tiny hairs that. Mrs. Evans had been over his desk for a paddling many times in the past and probably would be over it again in the future since she was prone to doing things that didn't seem all that bright at times."I think that a good, sound paddling is going to be the best solution for both of us. Go ahead and give me your panties, and I'll return them after I blister your backside at the end of the day."She was wearing slacks today, so it was a little harder for to get her panties off than it would have. They got me down on the bed on my back, with the mailman straddling mychest, making me almost immobile. My wife laid at the edge and pulled this black dildoout from under then bed and lubed it up saying: “Get him ready, I want to see this blackdildo work his ass, let him know how good it feels as it plunges in and out of his ass.” Iknew that I was going to enjoy this night, so gave only token resistance. Ralph lifted myleg’s while John slowly worked that dildo into slowly.