It was tipped with a hunting head designed to drop a moose in its tracks.Shit! Why would anyone bring a hunting arrow to a target range?Three guesses,...and the first two don't count!You gotta be kidding!! I told The Stick, feeling a chill.I never kid.I had to admit she didn't, but still not believing her, I stuck my head out for a look. Another arrow whistled past my ear.That literally scared the piss out of me. Since all I had on were my quiver and bow at least I didn't have to change my. Christine introduced Heather. His name was Jack. He was a six-foot tall black man who owned the station. Earlier that week, we had told him about Heather being a sex-starved little white girl and that we wanted her to take a black cock for the first time. Our only request was that we wanted to watch and video tape her getting it rough and dirty. He was only too willing to oblige our fantasy."What's going on," Heather asked. Her heart was racing a mile a minute.Christine stroked Heather's blonde. We set the card aside and agreed we would decide that point at the end of the game.About an hour later we ended up in the bedroom, standing next to the bed ripping at each other's clothes. I peeled her panties down to reveal her recently waxed pussy. This time around she had her dark black pubic hair trimmed short on top and done in the shape of a triangle with the point ending about 2 fingers above her slit. Below that, her perfectly smooth, pouty lips hid her clit and small inner lips. Licking my lips, I turned slightly, just enough that I could watch her as she drove, aware of the glances she kept sending my way as she drove carefully down the street, taking longer than necessary at stop signs. I knew the area well enough to know that, soon, we’d be on First which would be busy, even at this time of night. Lots of traffic lights, pedestrians, other cars – in other words, a chance, if small, of discovery. I moaned softly at the thought of being caught, eliciting a sunny smile.