Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back. The instructor divided the group down the middle of the class. One half of the class went with the primary instructor, the other half went with the assistant. We all got up and followed our respective instructor with him putting each of us at separate stalls in which to shoot from. I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill shoot, but after hearing about Dakota’s previous experience with a firearm, made me worry about her. Somehow, John ended up on the other side of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my shadow, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing John next to me. In my head, it thought this to be a rather easy task, boy was I wrong. I guess I should be happy that we were all shooting in the same direction at least. It was clear who had handgun training and who didn't. I wasn't bad, all my rounds at least hit the target paper. However, poor Paula and Jennifer had no rounds hit the target paper. They were both ready to give up almost immediately. The primary instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boys, that way each one of them could give them gentle suggestions about being more successful. Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made gentle suggestions to Donna and Allison, although I don’t think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each shot. Sammy told her to fire all five rounds then put the firearm down. Next, to me, I heard five shots all grouped together. I turned and saw indian Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guys, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their rounds inside the black, but the CG guys and Fred all hit center mass. The instructor offered to change the target paper from a target to one of a ‘bad amateur guy’, Dakota readily accepted the offer. It was as if a light switch turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the face of the bad guy……all five! She smiled at her results, Jill laughed even the instructor made mention that sometimes you just need something more than a paper target to make things click. The secondary instructor went along the shooting line offering to change from targets to the bad guy target, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to John and suggested that he hold the gun with one hand and the other hand act as a base underneath the gun stock to keep the recoil to a minimum. 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 thought that one of the CG boys would rise 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. I don't really want them to. Though she was heavily intoxicated and her speech slurred, Tara knew right then that her friends had planned this for some time. Not long ago she would have told you that Zane was an arrogant, self-centered little fuck-boy trying to sleep his way through the whole cheer squad just because he thought he was so hot. He grabbed the hilt of the knife and wrenched it out of his flesh. ”Fuck yea, that looks better.” Jeremy grabbed her hair pulling her head way back and spit into her open mouth. It justifies your behavior, can be adequately changed to fit the specifics since it’s clear as day your parents know as much about weed as they do tax law, and gives them a reason to confirm their suspicions that I’m shady but not hate me, since they think that getting you to try weed once is a less serious offense than giving you a sexual awakening. She started out bold, brash. I've been keeping my amateur distance, don't know why, but perhaps I'm nervous. I thought you told indian John to be quiet and say yes sir and no sir. "I was told that Tall Bear was not my real father. That doesn't sound like the best situation.” She slipped off the sink and fell to her knees. After a few strokes, I slipped a second finger into her wetness. Brian felt the familiar rising wave of cum, but he didn’t pull out. I gently massaged her erect nipples, aware of Lisa watching us, sensing that this was an important moment. When I got home, I masturbated three times just thinking about it.