This way, it made very little difference whether the man had a musket or a rifle. It was the skill of the rider and not the nature of the weapon that ...determined the quality of the kill. One shot was all they got, so it had to be right.The remaining buffalo ran off and, again, the women moved in to do their job. That night, Cletus conceded to one and all that their method of hunting required the most skill, but his method produced the most meat with the least amount of work. They all agreed, but. She took me by the hand and led me through to the bedroom, and immediately began to undress me and when she pulled my pants down she went straight for my cock, running her red fingernails up and down my shaft gently caressing it as it pumped itself up.She sat me down on a sturdy wooden chair, my cock standing up like a flagpole, and began to undress in front of me, keeping only her skirt, but taking off her top and revealing a heavy pendulous set of tits, and huge brown nipples … I was. Then Steve would flick his hips up and forward, driving that 8-inch penis, with its wide, spearhead shaped point well up into her sopping wet pussy. Then it happened. Lisa went crazy for over a minute, screaming that she was `cumming' and her body went through a series of convulsions that almost threatened to cause her to fall to the ground as Steve almost lost his grip on her. Her body shook, trembled, and quivered as she went through one orgasm after another as she felt that cock surging. God, what a pathetic pair. I have this evil little plan that one day I'll force them to BOTH get naked and make out with each other on the office floor while me and the boys watch and jeer. I consider doing it now, the boys ARE watching all this, but decide there isn't time. Nearly lunch. I do however make Cynthia reach in between his legs, fondle his cock and his balls a little. Really funny sight that is, as you can imagine, and me and the guys laugh like crazy.I order Gerald to go crouch.