Left wasted. They each had grunted and heaved atop me, pushed hard with one last manful thrust, then spewed their filth within and upon my body. The y...ung man approached under my glare of hatred and condemnation. He slid his helmet from his head revealing a shock of short blond hair matted with sweat. He ruffled a dirty hand through it as he cast about the room. He took up an old headscarf, one that had once belonged to my mother, and knelt before me. He dabbed and wiped at the carnal residue. There's no arrow rest on it, the first knuckle of my bow hand -- the left -- will do. No special release, just the tips of the first two fingers of my right hand to draw the string back. No sight. I don't wear an arm guard or gloves or even finger tabs. True to my masochistic nature, I want it to hurt.Ms. Andrews says it is cathartic.This early I was alone on the range, and given the circumstances wilder than usual. But no-harm no-fowl -- pun intended -- the pigeon overflying the target at an. While kissing her back, I was pressing her boobs as well. She was aroused by that. I removed all my clothes and she was now in a pink bra and black panties. I asked her to touch my cock and said, “It is all yours”.She didn’t really know how to give a blowjob and I didn’t force her to do that. I asked her to lay on the bed and opened her bra and started sucking her breasts. Then I removed her panties and laid nude on her for a few minutes. It was real pleasure. I started exploring her pussy. I still went through mum’s knickers draw. She got a few new ones, crutchless panties & some that were lacey on the front. Mum sun baked out the back now & then with a small skirt on that she pulled up just enough so if I stood in the right place I could see mum’s hairy fanny through the lacey parts on her knickers & a silky camel toe. I’d stand there as long as I could staring without being to obvious, then I’d have to go relieve my hard throbbing cock.One day while I was going through mum’s.