It was made of simple plywood supported by 2 by 4's for the legs and frame. It looked like one end had an extra little shelf underneath, but I didn't...know why."Lie down with your head at this end," Grandpa told me, patting the bench for emphasis. I climbed on top, lying on my back. It was just a short bench, and my legs dangled awkwardly off the other end. Grandpa lowered my arms to my side and fixed the leather restraints to each of my wrists. In doing so, he had to pull my body forward. Some I recognized, some I didn't. We didn't fire for accuracy, but we fired a few rounds from each weapon before going to the next.An hour later, the range officer was giving Lisa a refresher about explosives and detonators. Next he was directing Lisa on how to fire the fifty at long distances. She fired several rounds before he turned on the wind. It took her a couple of rounds to find center again, but she adjusted and was accurate. He next had Lisa load a single explosive round and lifted. Jennifer saw her breasts, and while they were smaller than Jen’s, they seemed more taut somehow. The dark nipples weren’t erect, but they seemed to be tensed, expectant. Jennifer couldn’t help but notice that Monica was completely shaved. Her mound was as bare as it could be. Monica was sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, and stretching down one leg, and then the other one, finally in the center. Monica rose and shook her arms and legs and then nodded saying ‘I believe I’m loose. Anthony woke in the morning warm and surrounded by his loved ones and pushed the memories of last night away. What was done was done and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to. He smiled looking down at Risa who was lying between his legs her head pillowed on his stomach as she slept. He relaxed back into the mattress and buried his fingers in her thick hair and massaged her scalp slowly. She moaned in pleasure as she began to rise to consciousness. She wiggled against him causing his.