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When John tried the suggestion, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not part of the group but directly between the eyes. John was ready to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘gunslinger’. What surprised me the most was the care Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilize her weapon. Dakota would take her five shots, Jill would give her advice, and then Dakota would fire five more. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became much better. I asked the instructor if we could get all our military people lined up next to each other and have ourselves a little shoot off. He shrugged his shoulders and asked the group if they would be willing, which they all agreed. In my head, I foot fetish thought that one of the CG boys would rise amateur to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boys were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again center mass on the regular target. Jill used the bad-guy target and put all five squarely in the chest. The CG boys all had center mass shots, but each one had one single shot that drifted and touched the line, whereas Fred did not. Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this skill. Jill was clearly a great help to her giving her advice and direction on bettering her technique. The other ladies all enjoyed the event, but they didn’t believe that they would ever need this skill. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the skill as well. She was quite the spitfire, not willing to quit. Mom, well she really didn’t feel comfortable using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shots hit the target at least. I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to master this skill. John, well he was his usual John self, but he again showed signs of maturity when he was given advice on how to further his shooting skill set. All in all, we had a great time. The instructor took a group photo of everyone together holding their gun in front of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us. Once the training class was over, I felt it was time for another great lunch at Fred’s favorite Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to hear we would be going back there. In her mind our rock star would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our eyes thinking to ourselves ‘you wish'. It dawned on me that I had made a promise indian and had not followed through. Before we all got into the cars, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would take care of what I was asking. Since the CG boys were Fred’s nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred’s Italian restaurant. Oddly, they had no clue when I asked them to call ahead and let them know we were coming over, all 14 of us. Thankfully, Dakota had the number already on her phone and made the call. Everyone seemed all hyped up as if adrenaline was pumped into everyone. There was lots of chatter heading to the restaurant. Mom, Jill, and Sharon were all talking as if they were sisters talking about the cute boy in high school. “Daddy, would it be OK with you if I went home instead of eating lunch with everyone? She thought. As I started to feel good again Tony told me that he’d created an account for me on some voyeuristic website where people pay to watch girls strip and even fuck; and indian that I was going to get paid for letting people watch me bring myself off. The golden-haired girl glared at him before continuing. In the attic, Mr. Fowler located a roof hatch that would let us get on the roof without a tall ladder. This was Aunt Lisa's bra and Aunt Lisa's soiled panties. “Word has gotten around about what we are doing.” Verity tells me. She lay under me on a blanket in the woods. "I'll let amateur you know when I shoot my next one," she made clear, prior to diving right back to her mom's snatch. “My mother is always in control. “Sure, just tell me when to call her.” It got to be a game for Katie and I, which one could show off our pussy foot fetish the most to my father. “You know, these girls cost me our game last year.”