”“It fits two dozen comfortably. More, if you don’t care how difficult it is to get them back out again.”“What you have now is what we’d c...ll a hunting quiver,” Corec said. “You don’t need as many arrows when you’re hunting. In Larso, when archers go to war, they’re required to field eight dozen arrows, so they usually wear a war quiver on their back and one on their hip, and carry two bundled sheaves. And they have supply wagons behind them with more.”“Their hip?” Shavala asked. Some of the. The slap of our colliding bodies was echoing off the walls of nearby houses. Lost in our animal passions, we were unconcerned and uncaring. The rest of Nantucket Island had momentarily ceased to exist.This body slamming went on for some time. At some point, however, the sex subroutine in my brain was nearly ready to bring this coitus to its logical conclusion. I was ready to cum. It turned out, not unsurprisingly, that Janie had other desires. She suddenly disengaged from my hammering cock and. Her boyfriend of two years was out with them as well, but was somewhat of a tool. My sister would get lost in the crowd and dance and flirt with other guys. She loved the attention her big fat tits were getting her, and she wasn't afraid to use them for free drinks. As the night started to whine down, my sister was pretty drunk at this time, and was walking past the men's bathroom, when two 'juiceheads' called her over... My sister always had a thing for muscles. They flirted for a few moments. It was beautiful, she worked me in different directions changing pace and motion. Using both hands effectively on my swollen balls and at the base of my fat cock. I writhed and twitched in excitement and ecstasy. I am very sensitive, but she never made me nervous for a second. She knew how to please a man orally and more importantly she appeared to totally love it. So gentle, firm and eager to please me. She stopped me getting too close to orgasm and stood up. She straddled me pushing her big.