I can't imagine why, unless it was false courage from the whiskey, or the fact that I am a woman and they didn't expect a woman to defy them, but ever...y one of them tried to pull his pistol.I didn't wait for any more response before firing the first shot at them. I had aimed for the leader, since I figured that he would be the most dangerous one of the gang. Well, most of the shot did hit him, and he fell where he was standing. I am sorry to say that at least two of the lead shot from my shotgun. She felt his hand slide across her belly. Her shirt was a thin, blue and made of silk. It felt like it had already torn off under his fingers. Janelle thought of Dennis’ fingers, which she’d sucked the night before. She felt his tongue swishing from side to side on her clitoris and up and down. His fingers were placed on her lips as if to silence her—and Janelle wasn’t that loud. She wanted to be straightforward in sex as she was in life. She would moan exactly as much as she enjoyed it. When. ‘OK, get me some scaffolding poles and some rope.’ We took a compass and an old skateboard of mine and went round and found a scaffolding place where we found we could rent the bits we needed, which seemed more sensible because we only needed them for a couple of days. We got to ride up in the delivery truck to where we wanted them dumped up on the back of prospect hill. Then we carried the poles one at a time up to the pine tree I’d marked out, and assembled the whirligizmo I’d dreamed up. . When she licked me back to life, we both loved her riding me. It was good, it was fulfilling, it was sex. At least for the first night it was just sex.Saturday morning we showered together, made some breakfast, talked a bit, changed the sheets and went back to exploring. As we both knew that this was a temporary thing she wanted to try some things she had been too embarrassed to ask from her boyfriends. So, sometime later, she was blindfolded and both her legs and arms were loosely tied to the.