I could tell by the way he stayed back from the buffalo that it wasn’t dead yet. When we got there, I put a second shot in the head. Arnaud had told...me that buffalo had very thick skulls and shots sometimes ricocheted off. I suppose that a .34 to .38 caliber long rifle might do just that but doubted that the .53 caliber Hawken would have that problem. Still. I made sure the shot was straight on, not at an angle, and put the animal out of its misery.Nawaji began field dressing it while I cut. "Do you want to touch it?" Oh gawd, yes!"I look around and see we’re alone in the parking lot. I reach inside his open window and wrap my fingers around his shaft. I stroke it, sliding his thick foreskin back and forth over his glans. "You have a hall-of-fame-dick, my friend."“Thanks. That feels awesome."His stiff erection feels so hard and hot and heavy in my hand but, at the same time, it also feels silky soft and smooth. I keep stroking and he starts raising his hips, up and down, off the. Mom watched us and she started moaning, the jets were doing her good.. “Oohh, Christy, please turn off the jets. Ooh my god, please, I mean Ooooh pleasse. I can’t let my princess watch me like this. Oohh god, I can’t stop it. Oh my god, I’m cumming.” We watched mom go through several orgasms and then she pleaded with Christy to help her out. Her body kept shaking as she went through several more orgasms. Christy slowly turned off the valve so that the jets just wouldn’t be as powerful, then. He introduced me to his uncle, Patterson Blake, the Head Coach of the Men’s Basketball program. Coach Patterson was a tall, stocky bald man with an iron grip. He’d coached college basketball since the late 1970s and was always looking for new talent. He said I looked familiar. I wasn’t surprised. I was one of the best student-athletes at my old high school. Upon hearing that, he sized me up, then asked me about trying out for the team. That was more than okay by me. I played basketball and.