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Becky's Marine part 8

Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

territory. We rattled off a few ideas on things to do but everything required it to be evening or later. Seeing this going nowhere, I pulled out my phone and called someone who was never short on ideas. When it started ringing I put it on speaker. "Tyler." Came the voice on the other end. "Hey, its Drew." "Drew, how ya been? Still with Becky?" "Yes he is!" She yelled so he could hear her. "Hi Becky, miss ya darlin!" He said. Always a sly one he was.. "Hey, hands off the girl, she's mine. Find your own." I heard him laughing on the other end. "So what's up?" "We need ideas for something to do. We are all off work and are bored." "Go shooting." Damn him. That's not what I was expecting at all. But it did sound fun. I looked at the others and was met with nods of approval. "Shooting it is, thanks T." "Don't mention it. When are you gonna invite me out there to tear the town apart?" "Whenever you want. There is always space here." "OK, I'll be in touch. Talk at ya later." "Bye Tyler.". I hung up and we began gathering up the equipment for our day. I brought some old rifles my dad had passed down to me, as well as an AR-15 I had purchased a while back. It was the civilian model of the M-16 and by far my favorite, biased opinion not withstanding. In an hour we had gathered weapons and ammo, made lunch and hit the road. We went to the bonfire pit due to its distance from residential housing and set targets on several trees and wooden posts. We took turns firing each weapon but I ... saved my favorite for last. We took a break to eat and replace targets. I set a new target on a tree and loaded 3 full mags of 30 rounds each. The magazines were technically illegal, but because the armorer was on leave when I was getting out, I kept them and signed the papers as if he had accepted my gear. I stood back about 50 yards and recalled my memory to the hundreds of drills we did to keep us sharp in the Corps. Short, controlled three round groups of 2 to the torso and one to the head. After maybe a half hour and 2 mags of ammo, I was the only one still shooting. Carl and Becky had come over to watch me. "Damn, remind me to keep you on my team if we ever go paintballing." Carl said as he watched me work. I hadn't noticed them earlier and his voice startled me a bit. "Now there is an idea! We should do that next weekend!", I said as a shot another 3 rounds, finishing off the ammo. We cleaned up the area and went back to the house to clean weapons. This meant I would clean the weapons while they kept me company. Not that they wouldn't volunteer to help, but I like them cleaned a particular way, so I do it and save myself from having to go behind them later. I cleaned everything but the AR-15 when Carl came in to the living room from the kitchen. "How fast can you disassemble that thing?" "It's been a long time, but pretty fast." I said. "Wanna time me?" "Sure, disassemble everything you can. Ready, go!" He started the stopwatch on his phone. I worked at a measured pace, ...