However, you were so causal after killing those two deer that we started to wonder...”I shook my head before replying.“My father taught me how to ...rack and hunt. That’s what I can do. That’s how I make my living. Of course I could use those Bonds, but eventually they’d run out and what would I do then? No, I need to learn how to make my living, even without them. Besides, no girl would marry a man without a profession, here.”I took another sip of the beer given to us before continuing.“I try my. Now, when did you get this?" I've had it for about three years." It" was my 1969 Mach 1. It had the original 351 Cleveland engine, rebuilt. Loud 'glass pack' mufflers, a Holly dual line 780 four barrel carb, rebuilt three speed transmission with a short throw shifter. It would bark the tires in first and second. I had no idea what the top end was, I always chickened out about 110. No airbags.What set mine apart from all the other 1969 Mach 1s' in the world was the paint job. It was a light. "Ah fuck" was all he could say as I deep throated his cock. I wasthoroughly enjoying the tongue lashing I was getting when I heard the front door open again. My bedroom door was still open and I knew that whoever had entered would head for mum and dad's room and therefore walk right past my door. I heard the footsteps hurrying up the hall and to my delight the person did not keep going but turned straight into my room. It was Paul, one of my boyfriends. He stopped at the door and smiled. "You. Let's go to my room," Keily said.Beth followed her obediently and lay down on Keily's bed.Keily undressed her friend, and immediately after, the young woman fell sleep.A few hours later, almost at midnight, Beth woke up, this time fully conscious. She was wearing just her panties. Keily woke up too and sat on the bed, turning the light on."What happened? Where am I?" Beth asked."You are in my room," Keily responded, "you fell down in the library and knocked yourself out"."Oh yes, I remember,".