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We're only going hunting. We're not climbing Mount Everest," I grumbled. "I use the 'parachute principle' when it comes to gear," Brenda said as she examined the facemask. Gear is like a parachute. It's better to carry one and not need it than it is to need one and not have it," she said with a laugh. After a few adjustments and additions, Brenda smiled with satisfaction. My wardrobe now met her minimum standards for survivability in extreme conditions. "You can't go hunting without a weapon." The quartermaster laid a Kimber 84M Mountain Ascent rifle on the counter for my inspection. The rifle weighed in at less than five pounds. Fitted with a four round magazine, it fired a .30-'06 bullet with a muzzle velocity of a bit over three thousand feet per second. The rifle's two thousand dollar price tag was the heaviest part of the Kimber. Apparently, when you win the lottery, money is no object. Brenda positioned me in front of a full-length mirror and, like a tailor, stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Very nice. Now you look like a hunter. The deer will take one look at you and asian die of fright," she noted with pride. "More likely Bambi will die laughing. I feel like an escapee from an LL Bean fashion catalog," I public said with a silly reality grin. "Either way, dead is dead, and Bambi is dinner." Alice smacked her lips in anticipation of venison stew. Unloaded rifle in hand, I followed her to the underground garage. A somewhat dented 2009 Kawasaki Mule retrofitted to run on hydrogen fuel would be our transportation. We spent the next fifteen minutes doing a pre-trip safety inspection. I read out the items from our pre-trip cheat sheet, and Alice reported the status of each. Tires? Check. Fuel? Check. First aid kit? Check. Radio? Check. Emergency rations? Check. And so it went until we had checked each of the vehicle's systems. Satisfied our pre-trip checklist was complete, Alice took her place behind the wheel. I climbed in next japanese to her and rode shotgun, and we sped down the tunnel toward the exit. Our Kawasaki Mule abruptly decelerated the moment we hit daylight. "Why so slow? I can walk faster than this," I said to Alice. You have a wonderful evening, Ma'am," Sally called back, still using that higher-pitched "young girl" voice of hers, as the dog-walking lady continued on her merry way down the sidewalk. I blushed but I hoped he couldn't see reality it. Sunlight twinkled on the babbling brook. I left japanese then to speak with her parents. Maybe she'd have a video of it. I said taking one in a pussy is one thing, but up the ass is totally different. As I came up, she stopped counting and stared at my cock. I need to public go,” I said to her. Tina could sit down but not move very far from asian the table. I knew Allie was doing things up there. He was marking her as his own. “With her daughter,” I added, giving my princess a roguish wink. “Mmm, now we mount our beds,” he said as a group of soldiers in a strange pattern of camouflage, green and browns with some dark reds mixed in. It wasn't the digital print style of my own armed forces. “Well, I’m plenty wet, now. "I guess we should head inside..."