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Now, there’s one thing that most of you don’t consider—gravity. A bullet starts to fall as soon as it leaves the barrel. The rate of fall is independent of its horizontal speed. At fifty yards my .44 Magnum shell has a muzzle velocity of about 1,350 feet per second. It covers the fifty yards in .11 seconds and the bullet will fall almost two and a half inches so I have to aim that much higher in order to strike the target. My 9mm only travels at about 1150 fps so it will fall even farther. Most of your shooting will take place at twenty feet or less. Scientific studies have shown that, so if you aim for the chest and the bullet drops an inch or so it won’t make any difference. This is something you have to consider if you have to shoot at longer distances.” I stopped when one of the officers asked a question. “Chief, isn’t it a disadvantage having only six shots when most people, like criminals, use a semi-automatic with at least double the number in the clip?” “That’s a good question, Somers. Let’s get a target. Most of the time you won’t have to fire more Brunette than ten yards so it’s important that you aim and practice at twenty or more. Start at twenty and move up from there.” I reloaded as the range manager ran a man-shaped target out to forty yards as we had discussed earlier. I raised my Colt Python quickly, but not so fast as to upset my balance. Then I fired one shot after another until the cylinder was empty. I flipped it open with my right hand, spilling the spent cartridges onto the floor as I pulled one of the speed loaders from my belt, ejecting the cartridges into the cylinder in less than two seconds. I flipped the cylinder closed as I replaced the loader, bringing the weapon up to horizontal as I did. Once I had my left hand on the grip and trigger I commenced firing again. I repeated once the six shots were spent. The target was retrieved once I was done. “Care to guess how many times I had to practice that? I used to sit in my Navy barracks and practice for hours whenever I wasn’t on duty. Now I can do it in my sleep. One of these days my life and the lives of Hardcore others may depend on my ability…or yours.” My target, once retrieved, Big Boobs showed eighteen holes in the central body mass of the target showing eighteen straight kill shots. I stepped back and Daryl stepped forward, loaded his H&K 9mm and fired just as quickly as I did. He changed clips and fired again. His target, to nobody’s surprise showed thirty clean hits. Now it was up to the men. The first five loaded their weapons as Daryl and I MILF stood behind them, making suggestions like “hold your arms straight, but don’t tighten your muscles. Look down the sight with both eyes. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it with a little more practice.” All told we spent more than ninety minutes at the range and only half blowjob of the men had qualified by reaching eighty-five percent accuracy, but another eighteen had just missed. Only the older officers had done really poorly. Now what do the buttons with seat symbols do?” Omg, I thought, that’s my sister I shouldn’t be thinking this. blowjob Then she smiled broadly at me and then at Jordan, Hardcore and back at me, He then pressed again. The softening cock slipped from the girl’s twat, causing her to flinch as the over-stimulated flesh shuddered with another orgasmic twitch. Her whole body was squirming all around, with her hands directly on his head, pushing it into her spread legs. The shirt dropped to the floor, and he barely got to notice that her upper torso and shoulders were freckled. My heart ignited. Darlene possessed a natural ability to remember names. She came imagining she was playing Ellen’s MILF role Brunette then came again imagining she was in Raven’s place. ---------- Just a note: ---------- Dad: I put my hand on Jenny’s breast and gave her nipple a pinch. I pressed on Big Boobs her left tit, she puffed a short breath into my mouth.