We were on our way to Medieval Times to celebrate my birthday after about 3 months.I got over his death, but that terrible memory gets dug up on every...birthday of mine on my 18th birthday in 1995 and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I completely skipped my birthday even though my mom and my sister had prepared one for me. I returned home later that evening to find my mom and sister chatting. I saw a look of concern in their eyes and assumed that they were either worried about why I was not. I raised my bow and released my arrow, and then watched the progress of the arrow coming towards me. Of necessity, because his bow wasn’t as strong as mine, the son’s arrow had a higher trajectory than mine did. At the last moment, I stepped to my left and brushed the arrow aside with the outside of my arm. When I looked at the son, it was easy see that he’d been too intent on watching the flight of his own arrow to focus on mine. My arrow would have reached him sooner than his reached me, one. Mendenhall come to the window of his upstairs office and glare down at her, raising a shushing finger to her lips. She winced, mouthing ‘sorry’ up at him, just before the customer shoved his cock in her mouth. Sucking cock was hard. She was so horny she couldn’t even think, much less recall the best way to blow someone. It was all that mean Mr. Menderhall’s fault — she was never trained on correct blowjob technique! Her fingers still desperately trying to trick her pussy over the edge didn’t. Though the search was tedious, the company was good. Wade was as full of good humor as ever, joking and singing as he paddled along in the seat behind her. Everyone had stories to tell, many of which were new to Mara by virtue of her being too young to actually remember the incidents at the time. Despite the camaraderie, none forgot the task at hand, and kept their eyes open as they fanned out from arranged meeting spots.Mara's father shook his head as his canoe drifted between the two waiting.