“Shot three.”“Three to five metres right, about ten high, you hit the berm by the stream.”“That was wind. No way it should have moved twenty...meters.”“Wind on second or third?”Millie paused, considering, looking at the ground between her and the target. “Both probably.” Again she fractionally adjusted herself. She waited, one eye peering through the sight, the other around it, at the ground between her and her target. “Shot four,” she called after another two minutes.“On the money,” called Neil. She cooed and petted him, stroking his sheath and rubbing his prick head when it began to emerge. Meanwhile Peaches lapped excitedly at Sara’s cunt and the juices still dripping from her asshole. The rest of us stood or sat around in the living room, talking dirty, kissing, stroking, and massaging each other while watching Sara play with the big dogs. Bowser’s prick was extending little by little, pink and shiny, darting out and grazing Sara’s outstretched tongue, dancing off her wet tongue. This gay sexy thing was great and she was in heaven. When he was ready, which wasn’t long, he told her to get ready. He groaned and then suddenly Lucy had a cock shooting cum into her mouth. She licked his cock head as the spunk kept cumming and her mouth filled up. Licking the cum around his cock she loved the taste and didn’t swallow for a few minutes. Then down it went. “Right, sit back bitch. You’ve got some serious arse licking to do.” She sat back and he knelt across her on the sofa. . . no, you'd just laugh at me mom.”“No I won't, I promise baby, you let me be me free. Let me film you in your fantasy too, Sweetheart, I promise I won't laugh.”“Would you think I was being bad, if I was . . acting that perverted and naughty mom.”“Well, what are you thinking about baby?” she hesitated, suspecting possibly something sexual. But I had a way to approach the subject sideways, even though of course my interest in such was aroused, in more ways than one, but in one obvious way. Even.