Please, come inside," I said.Madison Ivy and Nicole Anistone walked inside my house."So, what's your name?" Madison asked."My name is Ricky," I said."...ell, thank you, Ricky. For giving us some shelter when we needed it," Nicole said."Anytime," I said.Madison Ivy and Nicole Aniston sat down on my couch in the living room. They were shivering cold. Their amazing tits were poking through our wet shirts. I could see their huge fake boobs right through their wet shirts. I tried my best not to stare. Keeping with the idea of staying quiet as possible, I picked up a couple nice .22 Benjamin air rifles and all the cans of pellets they had. I only wanted to use the shotgun if my life was in danger. The report from the .22s were negligible. I knew from past experience that the noise would be muffled by foliage.I had one more stop to make before leaving town. I hit up the library for books on dressing, butchering and preserving meat. Once the preserved stuff was gone, I'd have to hunt for the. .. “ she said, feeling it lightly with her fingers. “ and so soft...”. Her nipples, so recently tweaked by her own fingers, throbbed as they engorged, her whole body surging with young ripeness.Unsure just what it is she wanted, or what he wanted, though she had a little idea, she reached up with her other hand and soon had both hands touching, exploring, and learning.Jax didn’t say a word. He just let his eyes run all over the girl’s young and obviously very ready form, while he let her hands. "And you've done an absolutely wonderful job at it, from what I hear." Well... thank you," she said. "But I'm not really an established agent, not in the strict sense of the word." I understand that," she said.It was obvious to Jake that Pauline was very hesitant about this. It was obvious to Celia as well."Is it because you think I'm a has-been too?" Celia asked quietly. "If that's the case, I... I understand. I just thought that maybe... you know..." She shook her head. "I think I've just.