I then tried my single-slug in a full length shotgun I had brought along. Its stopping power must have been fantastic even at 300 yards, but the accur...acy left a lot to be desired. It really needed a rifle to be considered a success, so I started thinking about how I could make one. In the meantime, the recoil was going to keep it from ever being popular. I was also concerned about how the break-action at the breach was going to stand up to the abuse from the recoil; that needed considerable. Eight guys had fucked me all night. End to end in the beginning then, slowly tapering off to the one and two. By the next morning, after handling morning wood from most of them, I was literally fucked-out for a while. That was my problem now. I started to want him again. The desire to please him, the desire to be bred again and get another nice load of black seed was overpowering. We talked for a while, kissed and hugged, fondled each other some and relaxed. He didn’t relax for long. There was. He never covered my eyes and I should have soaked in every detail. Instead, I just hid. I couldn’t face the situation and now because of that, the police have very little to go on. No witnesses have come forward and no evidence has led anywhere. So after three weeks the only progress has been in my physical healing. Emotionally and mentally however, is a completely different story. I think that’s why Mom is here trying to clean away what happened. She’s worried but doesn’t know what to do. When. Everything had gone as planned; now it was time for part two. I wore a red mini skirt with a low cut black top to school the next day. Wow I looked hot and the guys let me know it by brushing up against me or grabbing my butt, silly little boys I was after a man. Finally fourth period, time to catch my prey. As Mr. H started writing on the blackboard I slid my hand under my skirt and spread my legs holding my panties to the side as I started rubbing my dripping slit. Right there in a room with.