I didn’t bother with shoes and socks, because, well, because I was at home. I grabbed the present I had gotten for my sister, two bottles of a nice ...white wine. I figured that now she was eighteen it would be ok for her to drink a little.Susie was just closing the front door behind her friends when I got downstairs.“Hey, girls,” I gave them my best smile. “Looking good tonight," I complimented them. Which was not a lie. I had always thought they were hot and the way they were dressed tonight. Like Jack, Juan had taken Monique to the local pancake house for brunch & bought her flowers for mother's day . After that he brought Monique back to his bedroom &now was gonna spend the rest of the day fucking the shit out of Monique . Licking away at his butthole , Juan was fiercely wacking off , til he motioned for his mom to open her mouth & suck on his monster dong . Monique was a great dicksucker ,even though she had been deepthroating Juan's dick for only 2 mths , she now had no gag. The next thing I did was to head back to Sweet Water to pick up the shotgun shells that Mr. Schmidt was reloading for me. That was normally a two-hour trip, but I didn't want to push it because I was not in that big a hurry and there was no reason to make my horse work hard on a hot day. There was a stream that crossed the road at close to the five-mile mark, so I paused to let my horse drink before we forded the little stream.I was sitting on my horse when I heard a gunshot and felt a sharp. After snapping her safety line to a toggle just inside the lock, she cycled the outer hatch. There was the expected slight puff of remaining atmosphere that the pumps had failed to recycle, and that air had instantly changed to a faint white vapor as the moisture in it froze when the air expanded into the nothingness.After re-securing her line to a recessed stanchion just outside the hatch, she eased farther out as her safety line smoothly spooled behind her. As usual, she felt the mental tug.