I asked her to come for a ride saturday evening.go to a country pub etc etc.we all know we have all been there done that got the t- shirt.so saturday ...finnishing time comes and i follow her home.she drops off the car and jumps into mine.vaa vaa voom.we hit the road.she likes the car and the performance.so there am i thinking id love to show her my performance when she suggests we go back to her place instead of pub and have a drink there. thoughts were speeding through my brain about what. In spite of my concern, I made it home with absolutely no problems.I checked the mash and it was working down pretty well. It should be ready to cook the next day or the one after. I wanted to shoot the two new guns, but I didn't want to do it till I could go to a range. I did not want to shoot them on my property. It wasn't flat land, but there wasn't a good spot to use for a backstop either. Shooting a shotgun was one thing, a rifle with an effective kill range of over half a mile was quite. .. out of it, Shelby took the photo and she DARED meto send it to YOU, she'd got your phone number from something ...ages ago, I TOLD HER no, but when I went out of the room she sent it. Then, she deleted it and never even told me, I didn't know till you rang, honest!" I was struggling to apportion blame, if this were true, which for a moment I considered.You will have already deduced that it could NOT be. "Listen, Cristian, I don't believe a word of it, and even if I did, I am SO fuckNG. ..LOOK AT HIM HUMP HIS ASS!!! Man he loves the fucking Sam is giving him!! Listen, Ole Sam has got him moaning like a Bitch."All though I was aware of several other people having entered the room (I found out later that they were some of Sam and Jill's gay friends) I didn't care. At that time all I shamelessly wanted was Sam to fuck me till I couldn't move. And fuck me he did as I thrashed about on his cock like a hooked fish. Then he started pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting.