Then I saw her face pucker and turn pink, her throat knot, her chest bounce. She was making funny little noises through her nose -- "snuck, snuck, snu...ck" -- and for a moment I was afraid she was having some kind of a fit, a stroke or something as her face went from pink to red."SNUCK!"Was she trying not to laugh? Her lips were pinched, her jaw clenched, beads of sweat burst from her forehead as she stood there in the doorway, her stomach spasming."MOOooooOMMMMMM! It is NOT FUNNY!"That cracked. Are you sure this is a good idea?" All my ideas are good ideas. You should know that by now." Julia was smirking, but unfortunately she was also right. -- She persisted, "I'd rather not do it on a Monday because people might forget about it over the weekend. We need plenty of guys to enter this, to make it a big event and get lots of girls interested. How's Tuesday for you? What do you have after lunch on Tuesday?" English, which I'd rather miss than a Math or Physics class." Tuesday it is. I didn't go in for bird hunting so I'd had the gun designed for big game, with a closed choke built in. A closed choke insured the shot maintained a tight pattern as it rocketed through the air.If you've ever seen such a weapon in use, you've seen what a closed choke, double-aught buck shotgun will do to a target. A small set of closely spaced holes in a two or three inch pattern at the entry and a huge six to eight inch crater blown away at the exit point. It's not pretty. But then it is to. Hegroaned loudly with pleasure. Her legsthen shifted to straddledhis head. The aroma was intoxicating and all hehad to do wasstick out his tongue. Carol jumped as his tongue dartedabouther clit, first tentatively and then with abandon. Bobstronglyencouraged by her response, caught her cute ass in his handsanddove into it the way he had long yearned to. Much later they lay ontheir bed still panting. They lookedat each other with new found interest.They talked animatedlythrough dinner and.