He felt comfortable knowing it was loaded and easy to pull out quickly.Mooney, the blacksmith had sawed the wooden stock off just past the hand grip. ...e used his rasps to smooth the cut and round it into a fat pistol grip. The gun was now shortened to a mere thirty inches from muzzle to grip, with the barrels ending just at the end of the wooden forearm.When the two deputies came to the main trail, the first thing Tom looked for was the tracks of the five MDR riders that had left Stockton. .. When she inserted the old-fashioned nipple-shaped lubricated nozzle into my ass, I could have had a climax right then and there if she hadn't pressed a finger firmly against the base of my penis to prevent ejaculation. To my surprise, I could accept a full two quarts of clear liquid, repeated several times. The feeling of warm, almost-bursting fullness was a transformative experience, and gave a hint of transformations to come (little did I know!). Giving her the enemas was something of an. Defeat was a difficult drink to swallow, had Matthew expected to win the tourney? ‘Yes’, a part of him was saying, he was thrice the fighter than each of his opponents and he knew it well. He had surely demonstrated that, he’d beaten every opponent, ‘except one,’ the part of him said. He had been careless he knew; very careless, he had let his shield drop as he went for the final blow, his opponent had swung wildly but it was enough, the mace took him in the temple and his helmet was rung like. ..and then deeper and eventually I had two cocks up me...one pummeling away like a woodpecker and the other drilling me senseless from behind....all I could do was grab swinging ball sacs...and fondle and squeeze them until I heard the grunts and guttural sounds escaping their lips...I could not hold back and screamed out as the frenzy overtook me...and a thickish milky liquid squirted from my pussy..(to my shock) and I felt him bursting inside of me as well..his head thrown back...and my.