Shit. Now I'd have to tell her. I hated having to do it, and I especially hated having to be the bearer of these particular bad tidings. She'd beat he...rself up for not having been there, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I told her as gently as I could, making sure I said "passed away" instead of the harsher "died"—I never have understood why it matters, they mean the same thing, but it. I just thought that she had been making her white Russian drink for June and herself. What I didn’t know until later was that K had put a capful into her sister’s drink too. We played some drinking games which began what was to become one of the most surreal and erotic evenings I’d experienced. Both June and K had been pretty proficient at gymnastics at school and were daring each other to perform little routines. Nothing dramatic but I do recall June saying that she loved doing the inverted. I grabbed my ammunition bag and one of the .36 caliber Navy Colt's with the paper cartridges that I had salvaged to sell at my first opportunity. I handed the Colt to Lightening Flash and asked, "Do you know how to use that?"The boy was beside himself. He answered, "Yes, I think so." I was pleased to see that he did not cock the pistol nor put his finger on the trigger while we trotted to a place on the firing line.I loaded the shotgun and took my two shots at the Comanches. The result was two. I laid motionless inside of her - her pussy was as heavenly inside as it looked on the outside, and I was afraid I would cum too soon. About a minute later I recovered and started plowing. Missionary turned into spoon. Spoon turned into glorious reverse cowgirl. As much fun as it was seeing her hot pink labia gripping and riding up and down along my shaft, I knew I didn't want to cum without trying doggie-style with this shapely girl. Remember - she had that awesome wide set of hips and round.