She claimed to be adequate with a pistol, but had never tried much with a rifle or shotgun. I asked to see the guns available in the house, so we went... to look.We examined the pistols, first. The most appropriate for her seemed to be a Smith and Wesson break-action, 5-shot .38; I knew she carried the .32, but I preferred the slightly better stopping power of the .38.The rifles offered a wider selection. There was a lever-action .38-40 and a bolt-action .30-30. I liked the .38-40 for its stopping. She moaned with pleasure and even made little chuckles every few thrusts. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that she was enjoying this. She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. And then slowly began to take my cock further and further into her throat while staring into my soul. The more she took it further, the more my balls began to feel as if they were being drained. I hadn't cum yet and I was doing my damn best not to. I felt her bottom lip touch my balls and that was it, I. I can't control myself anymore. I move to my bed. I'm still pinching my nipple as I start to finger my pussy. I can't hold my moans in any longer. And as I begin to reach my peak, I start to moan your name. "Oh yes Brandon! That's it! Lick your baby sister's pussy good! Ohhhh!" As I push myself over the edge of my orgasm I suddenly feel a strong pair of hands on either of my thighs. I look down and see your beautiful brown hair nuzzling my mound. I can feel your tongue lapping up my juices. .." I could just hear him say. I felt his breath on my lower lips."I gotta get to class." I said, mildly panicked. I know what Ms. Wagner says, but nobody's ever done that — not to me at least — what if they don't like it? What if something's wrong with it? What if the little brat broke something or breaks something on the way out?The guy stood up and shrugged. "Ok. Thanks." He picked up his books. "Hey, are you gonna ask for relief in Bio today?"Oh God NO! "No. Why?"He shrugged and glanced at.