Up until today, I never thought I’d feel the need to. I glanced up at my twin daughters, opened my mouth, then sighed, and closed it. That ship had sailed years ago. Yes, they were women now. They were definitely women. I undid the lock on the safe, and pulled out the lever-action thirty-thirty. “Put on your ear protection, ladies.” “You’re into guns now?” Kelsey laughed incredulously, staring out at the dozens of targets I’d set up in the back yard. “You’re a bleeding-heart liberal.” Josie said, “Didn’t you once call guns ‘dangerous toys for men who never grew up?’” “Well, I guess I got converted.” I chuckled, loading the gun, “You can’t go ten minutes out here without hearing one of the neighbors shoot their entire paycheck into the woods. You remember Fred Benson by the creek?” “You mean the most fabulous man in the panhandle?” Kelsey smiled, making an affected wave. “That’s him. Well, I went over to his house sometime in April, and we got to japan the topic of guns, and I figured he of all people would be sympathetic to my opinion. You know what he said? ‘Ryan, I’d rather be a flag-waving oral faggot than let those New York commie fucks tell me I can’t put led into the sycamore stump.’ He took me out back and threw a rifle in my hands, and well, I’ll be damned, it’s fun!” “So you broke a steadfast principle of yours because it was… fun.” Josie smirked, exchanging a look with Kelsey as she put on her ear protection. “How easily he succumbed to the forbidden temptation.” Kelsey smirked back, muffing her own ears. “You can’t fight your surroundings.” I said, aiming down the sites, “A man’s gotta adapt to his environment. I know a good father would tell you, ‘stick to your principles no matter what,’ but well…” I pulled the trigger and cocked the lever in quick succession, sending five rounds down range in a barrage of explosions, “…your Daddy’s a bad, bad man.” “Who just missed every fucking shot.” Josie tittered. “What a bad man you are.” Kelsey laughed. “You think you can do better, little cowgirl?” She stood up, took my Stenson hat from my head, and placed it on her own, casting her face in the shadow of the brim, but her blue eyes still sparkled. “I reckon I can, little cowboy.” She smirked. JOSIE It was always a treat japanese to watch pov Kelsey work. Whereas I played the ditsy party girl, she played the smooth seductress, gently breaking down are victims until they were putty in her hands. She had her platinum hair braided in twin ponytails, a do that might’ve been cute on a little girl, but was just southern-belle-slutty on a woman. She knew exactly what she was doing when she put that hat on. I eased back into my chair, crossed one thigh over the other, and admired the show from behind my aviator glasses. “Now,” Dad instructed, “first rule is to always keep the business end aimed away from you.” “So the opposite of what you’re used to, Kelsey.” I laughed. She smirked over her shoulder at me, and Dad followed her gaze. He twisted his lips, then continued his instruction. “When in doubt, keep the weapon pointed at the ground. You have to always, and I mean always assume there’s one in the chamber ready Blowjobs to blow up in your face.” “Oh, she always does.” I sniggered. Dad looked side-eyed at me again. She came out here to work with some Blowjobs children’s charity where she soon met up pov with a Circessian boy. “Last week when I used my hand on you was really the most I’ve ever done.” Suddenly she realized that she had the phone to her ear. Here at the bar in Puerto Vallarta, it was a mix of local Mexican women and some of the more adventurous tourists. When I said, “yes please” they got off oral their bikes and stood in front of me looking at the obvious places. I just switched it off then back on just before I left home this morning. I japanese traveled directly below the branch to find the shattered remains of Yavara’s bow, a quiver of Nadi arrows scattered around it, and a massive footprint embedded in the dried mud. “It’s not like you’ve seen my browser history… have you?” She turned up the heat in japan the room, took a felt tip pen out of her purse, then got undressed and into bed. My nub loved it.