It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old ...thing is rickety, held together with tape and prayers by this point, but it does the job as you point it at the creature’s head and fire.Bang. Bang. Fuck, still moving. Bang.The third shot finally stills the damn thing and it slumps, a furious look still etched into its maw. You breathe heavily and stand, looking at your kill properly for the. “Very nice,” he commented.“Don’t ignore me! Blaine?” Lauren blushed at his comment. She hadn’t bought pantyhose in months; Peter liked to make love to her while she was wearing stockings and high heels.“I know a very nice restaurant in Blaine. Take off your panties.”“Peter! Are you nuts?” She glanced around guiltily at the road. The days were already getting long enough that it was still daylight and would be for at least another few hours.Peter snorted derisively. “What? We’re going to get. " He laughed adding as if she didn't already know. "I'm twisting it too, not wanting to miss any spots!"The brother tongue was hanging from his mouth hole his enjoyment evident the American also keen to see gripping her inside knee making her open her thighs wider."Spread open girl!" He ordered, and Lara was stuck between keeping her legs close and increasing the brush rubbing on her inside or opening them easing the rods access but letting its head ram up against her womb.She chose the. I showed him about being roped and dallied then and for some reason he didn't appreciate the education. Since we were all mounted it was even easier to wrap him up around a nearby tree.We had to burn an hour getting him secured so I decided to just keep him for our troubles. Alas, the lead mare didn't pay a bit of attention to his fate and she ended up doing her own penance on another tree.The remainder of the stock was disorganized by now and so we started roping practice. Shayta showed she'd.