"But ... but the hunters would shoot arrows at us. You can be killed by an arrow." Kelly spoke with trembling voice."Yes, it is the purpose of hunting... Hunting is killing the prey. I think I will get my biggest orgasm if an arrow hit me. I really hope for a final huge orgasm into my death. Oh, it will be fantastic after a hard and long hunting. Yes, I would give the hunters an exciting wild hunting on my naked body." Patricia seemed totally unbiased. "As the high priest said, my blood will. What about the weekend?’ I had not been turned down, I had been postponed. I was not used to being postponed. People changed their schedules to accommodate me. This was new territory. Practically everything about Jeff was new territory. Friday and Saturday nights were prime dating and party nights at school. As much as I wanted to experience him, I had to maintain my standing in my social circle. ‘What about Sunday night?’ ‘It’s a date.’ As Sunday approached, I had a sense of anticipation which. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in the several months since. Grief waited, skulking in the corners of my mind before finally sneaking up on me, like a house cat – lazy and cautious – but still demanding my attention. I was looking outside through a bay window in the new home I shared with my husband, Paul. My eyes were drawn to the old maple tree on our back lawn. Its thick, chunky branches, intertwined to the sky like fingers reaching. He slowly and cautiously walked over and stood next to me and just watched me, staring at me, I was feeling very uneasy and my dick was going soft fast so I put it away and adjusted my posture on the couch when the young military man leaned over I got very nervous when he whispered in my ear “Please don’t stop” What a relief I looked at him and he motioned towards my now limp dick and said “Stroke it again”. Not yet really comfortable again, still cautious I started to stroke it. It took a few.