The weapon wasn’t much different than my shotgun on the ranch, and I was ready to shoot very quickly. I waited initially, deferring to the older man..., but he would have none of it. Generously, he beckoned ‘Go ahead, lad. I’ll be right behind you.’ ‘PULL.’ My first shot destroyed the clay pigeon in my flight, pieces flying everywhere. ‘Must be like riding a bicycle.’ ‘Good shooting, lad. PULL.’ His first shot was on target as well, as I expected. ‘PULL.’ Another hit. ‘I hear that poofter Niall is. All three girls had a hood that took on the shape of a small rhinoceros’s horn or a large thorn on a rose bush depending on what analogy you were using. That part of their clitorises stuck out from between their pussy lips at the tops of their vaginal slits and was a very distinctive mark indeed of their female sexuality. Right now Keith was examining Portia’s little rhino horn and starting to push it about gently with his fingers ... and it was very slippery and wet indeed. Portia Greene was. " She popped a chip with some bean dip in her mouth and crunched on it happily, and giggled at one of the other actresses, who was laughing at her comment.Olivia was trying to stay calm and unaffected, but there were daggers in her eyes. "Don't bet on it," she smiled sweetly, leaving Daisy slightly confused. Was Olivia really so upset about the attention Daisy was getting?Throughout the night, Olivia suffered hearing compliment after compliment being heaped on her dark-haired counterpart, and. ”She waited for him on the blanket in the larger clearing, trying to avoid thinking about him just down the hill, naked and damp ... and hoping she’d wash his back. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, choosing instead to lay out the picnic that she’d organised. It was nothing remarkable – some fresh game, caught by one of the Dalish hunters who’d been helping supply the army, some bread and cheese, and a rather expensive bottle of wine. Getting fancy food in the middle of an army camp was.