This was pretty much a routine matter, but Jack wanted to practice with his atlatl on moving targets. He knew that he was solid in his targeting of st...tionary targets, but moving targets were harder to hit and the more practice he had with them, the happier he would be.Meanwhile, Nosef planned to concentrate on trying to improve the defense he got from his bone shield. He knew that he was very vulnerable without a shield, and not much better with one. He was on the lookout for better armor,. Monica motioned for me to come closer, and as I did, she took my shrinking cock in her hand and put it back in her mouth. Since I had just climaxed only a minute earlier, it had softened a little. But this didn’t seem to bother her as she cleaned off my remaining man juice. I was surprised to feel my cock starting to harden again as I watched Bryce pleasure her, and I noticed some of my cum was still on her chest. “You want me to get you a towel for that?” “Yea,” she responded tentatively. As I rode back to the camp, I was able to flush and kill two rabbits that I field dressed for dinner. Back at the camp I fried up the rabbit and a piece of sausage in a skillet with some diced potatoes and made some coffee for a change. Then I crawled into my bedroll before falling asleep for the night.I worked the Apache Canyon field until I had enough that I was getting worried about the mules being able to carry it all. The panniers barely held everything, and I was forced to pack some of. Still holding Evelyn by her buttocks, he lifted her off her feet and started toward the kitchen table. ‘My God, Ben! Here? In…in your kitchen?’ Evelyn murmured when he sat her on the kitchen table. Ben, overwhelmed by raging need, dropped his trousers, pulled out his erect cock, pushed up her skirt, shoved aside her panties, and shoved his throbbing erection into her. ‘Oh, God, Ben!!!’ Evelyn murmured. ‘I…I don’t believe we’re doing this here!’ ‘I’m…sorry…Evelyn…I…can’t…wait!’ Ben grunted as he.