Still ignoring me, she raised one toned leg onto the seat and I could stare directly at... Not her underwear or thong, but at her pussy! My jaw droppe... and appreciating the response she got, she pulled her skirt up, but covered her pussy with the palm of her hand.... Her left hand began unbuttoning her shirt and she slipped it inside her bra and shut her eyes as she began playing with her breasts. I couldn't resist. My hand began to grab at my cock and she licked her lips, spurring me on. Then,. “People look like each other. It’s a coincidence.”I looked down and then back up at everyone. “But isn’t that--”Margo put her hand on my shoulder. Her deadpan voice raised a few octaves: “Can you please, please please just shut up for one second.” I just stared at her, my mouth anticipating another cupping. “Please,” she said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t tell you to shut up. But please, Heather. Please. Just listen.”I tried to breathe myself into a calmer state. What I tried to do was keep an open. I noticed this thick white girl not really going anywhere and decided to give it a try and talk to her. So I go up to her and say "What's up?" How ya doing? She replies with fine. So we start talking and and she tells me she has a job interview and she is just killing time so I asked if she would like some company? She said sure so we end up hanging out for most of the day from 10 am to 6pm. So I ask her what she does for fun and if she drinks or anything? She tells me I'm not even old enough. I explained that the results with the shotgun had gone so well, I thought we could stick with the .38 she already had. Without a rifle to complicate the issue, we did not need to worry about too many different kinds of ammunition.We immediately took the shotgun and the .38 with us to the saddler and told him what we needed. I thought that it would be a good idea to position the shotgun mounted vertically just ahead of of Sarah's right knee. That way, she could lean forward slightly and draw the.