. touching her?The more Olivia thought about it, the more she realized it was true.After all: she was straight. He was a man. Ignoring the fact that h...e was her brother, Olivia would always rather be touched by someone else. Given the choice between masturbation and having someone else get her off, she’d take the other person every time.He was a man, roughly her age. He was fairly attractive (again, ignoring that they were related) and probably had some sexual experience. Quite a lot,. As I pondered whether it would be worth the risk; the devil won out and I raised the rifle again and adjusted the scope elevation for the distance to Mrs. Palmer and squeezed the trigger. The rifle barked and I saw my 2 legged "deer" fall backward on the bench; convulse a few times and then she was still. Climbing down out of the stand; I made my way down the hill and across the creek. Christine Palmer lay on her back on the bench with her feet on the ground. Her blue eyes were open in a glassy. However, he was enormously thick. He was thicker than the plug in my ass. It basically looked like he was stroking a beer can. I was in shock. I could very easily describe what the tall black man was stroking. It looked like a beer can, with another half of a beer can stacked on top. It had to have been at least 9 inches, but probably more...I'm not that great at estimating the size of things that I have never seen so big. There was no way I could go through with this...I had to get out. I. Good night."Tuesday after work saw me in Dr. Wright's office. She was a reasonably attractive woman around my age. She was dressed neatly, but conservatively. She looked the part she had chosen as her career."I guess if you have any children, they aren't named wrong," I surmised as we shook hands."What makes you say that, Mr. Hadley?" she asked."I've always been told that two Wrights don't make a wrong, Doctor," I replied straight-faced.Her eyes sparkled as she attempted to maintain her poker.