In the meantime, we got permits for Doug and Pete to carry a gun and rented enough time on a range for them to become familiar with the GSh-18 pistol.... We all practiced for a while with standard 9mm cartridges so that we would not attract any more attention than we had to. It took a week for the licenses to come through, so we had plenty of time to do everything necessary to get ready for our trip.I had a hunch that we might run into trouble, so we three men started letting our whiskers grow,. She looked right at me as she answered. “It’s wonderful, Bobby… so good… so much better than my little-dick sissy husband. He doesn’t know how to fuck me.They started thrusting slowly then picked up the tempo; alternating strokes, in and out. I could see Trish was in heaven, getting what she really needed. I reflected on how lucky I was to have a wife with her appetites, who was not ashamed to express her sexuality.After several minutes I could tell they were both ready to cum. They fucked her. I guess I'm going to be riding on back up to Lee's with you afterward, since we're going to be doing our first rig of the season at the same time, and guess who's going to be on it." Boy, doesn't that just beat everything in the ass?" she said. "First you sit around for months waiting to make a trip, and then they're jammed on top of each other with hardly time to shit in between." I guess that's the price we pay if we want to be down in the Canyon," he nodded. "You know, when I took this up, I. They cheered and clapped as I came in and I knew immediately what my job was to be. For months he had showed me my real place in the world. I was a cum-dumpster, and I would take as many loads as I he wanted me to.I crawled to the cock closest to me. More cheers and laughs. One of my masters friends, I hoped at least. It was huge, I’m no great judge, but it was at very least nine inches, probably more. Even more impressive it was so thick, as thick as a can of coke. I almost panicked at the.