Though I thought she'd never be thin, she was turning into an attractive young woman. Others thought so, too; she began going out on dates from time t... time; however she rarely went out with the same boy twice, and was always home before midnight ... not that I set a curfew. Then, one evening, she cooked pasta and produced a decent bottle of chianti to go with it. After the meal, as we sat in the living room, she said;"Barry, tell me about Lucy, please?"So I told her ... about growing up with. As the fell into each others' arms, he said, "It's so good to see you again." Me too!" she said.Guy sniffed the air around her, "Yeah, you do smell like shit." I know," she said. "Your shit. And I like it. I wish I could smell like your shit all the time."Guy laughed and took her hand and let her inside where he grabbed her and pressed his mouth to hers.Dawn drank his saliva and leaned back. "I knew I'd taste you again, but I didn't think it would be so soon." Really? I never expected to see. "As it turned out, by our meeting that afternoon, Sgt. Withers had come up with four more of the shotguns, so everybody was accommodated. The sergeant also had made arrangements for us to use a rifle range the next afternoon to practice with the shotguns and to learn how to load them. They had a tubular magazine holding five shells, and the magazine was easy to load, so it didn't take much time to reload. These were all standard Remington shotguns, so a few of the guys already knew how to use. Cindy shuddered right then and ground her bum against me. I put my hand into the front of her hot pants and she pushed it all the way in until I brushed against the hair on her pussy. I felt around a little bit and found the wet spot. When I put my finger in there she groaned and put her hand on the front of my pants. I stopped what I was doing and she unzipped my fly. When she pulled my rock hard cock out, I almost passed out. “Put your finger in!” she hissed. I did what she asked and she.