I made it but not before taking another half dozen arrows in my back although none penetrated my armour. As I crested the hill with the Mongols hot on...my heels, I was greeted by my party armed to the teeth with bows and as I rode through them, they launched a volley that sent the Mongols scurrying back down the hill, leaving another four dead on its slopes. As for the biker, he was nowhere in sight.Between myself, the biker, and my party we'd thinned out the troop of Mongol warriors. Of the. He tried to pull him out slowly and even that felt like I was being torn at. I let him push in once more and it felt no better, which seemed the cruelest joke of the gods to be played on me of many well done ridicules. I begged him off, with him becoming invisible to me in my despair. He laid back and whined, "Well, can, you, at least, suck it?"I'd never done that before, of course, and the results were hysterical. Since all I'd ever heard was "suck it" and "blow job" I actually thought you. . I could feel her pussy so wet that I said hey only by smooching there is a swimming pool down there.. She smiled at me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead and said to me that I am getting very excited as such a young and handsome guy like u is actually smooching an old lady like me. I told her why are u saying like this? U r damn sexy and still hot,, she said that even though I look good my husband fucks his p a in his office so what’s the use of me being beautiful? The topic was going. This night was one of those exceptions during our relationship, this night was the type of tribal sex you suspect to hear people whispering about at some watering hole somewhere.Our passion got stirred up when my completely drunken uncle started talking about how pretty she was. He started ranting and raving about how gorgeous of a girlfriend I had, while the rest of my family stared in shock and mild horror. He kept rambling on about it while telling other people how wild we must be in bed. I.