“I’m horny, Davy. Let’s see if we can stir up some good farm women,” he said“Yeah, Uncle Bert. That sounds great!” What would any teenaged... boy have said?My teenaged pecker was standing at attention as we drove into a field, parked the car and walked towards the festivities. We wandered around, looking at machine and livestock displays, playing some arcade games and always looking for women. The food was excellent from the booths, but expensive. Uncle Bert said the high prices were for charity. ‘Whose there?’, the man shouted. Sally stopped, suddenly aware of the noise she had been making and tried to be as quiet and still as she could but she was aware of the man wading towards the shore and getting out of the water. Through the reeds she could see he was naked and his cock was standing up and very hard, he walked towards her and there was nowhere for Sally to go, she had been seen. ‘What have we here?’ he said, ‘a little pervert watching us fuck.’‘I’m sorry Sally stammered, I was. Each session lasted 90 minutes, and the last 20 minutes was taken up with letting us fire in single-shot mode. We would fire in full-automatic mode later. The first part of the class was work, but this was fun! Now that some of the pressure was off me, it turned out that I was actually a potentially good shot in all four positions: prone, sitting, kneeling, and standing. We didn't spend much time in sitting position, since that was expected to be rarely used. The other three positions were the. Mike reminded me that it was winter, and with the tourist season months away, we would be getting nothing but country and country rock for the entire evening, courtesy of 'The Frog-Leg Four' a local band that had been playing in the Angel's Camp area since before I was born. To their credit, they were well-practiced, their fiddle player was top notch, and they did mix a fair amount of country rock and soft rock into their mix.The only trouble we had was when some guy I didn't know asked Ginny.