We both knew that we needed to practice with our bows so Juliette got dressed and took her gun back into the house while I took mine to my car. Juliet...e got her bow and I got mine out of my car. Then we practiced with our bows for an hour. I was a much better shot than Juliette was even though I still used an old fashion re-curve while she used a modern bow with all of those pulleys, counterweights, and sights. I also had to hold the full weight while Juliette only had to hold half of the. I lost count of how many times I'd cum on her naturally bald cunt. Mary admitted that she had a very open relationship with her son, and the thought of it got me more horny than it probably should have. Over our next couple of meet ups the details started to come from her, and I must admit that I encouraged her to tell me more. She told me about the first time she'd caught him looking at porn on his computer, it was a site full of clips of women pissing, and like me and his mother that was his. Abigail, his mother, was destined for sainthood with her ability to put up with his father’s antics, still continue to love his bonehead-self, and not to mention the fact that she put up with his bonehead offspring. Their love had lasted since they had met when his mother was a twenty-two year old junior in the New York College of Business and his father had been a guest speaker for one of her classes. It had been love at first site for both of them, at least from their perspectives. The eight. .. I'll be as gentle as I can." and he held onto his cock and put it in her wet pussy. They looked at each other as he did this. It felt like time stood still that very moment. She spread her legs and lifted them for him. He looked so serious as he nudged it into her a little bit at a time. It felt so big, so hard to her. It felt too big! It hurt... it hurt so much!"Please John... stop." she cried out, it hurts. Stop!" she pleaded, crying out, clinging to him tightly, her legs wrapped tightly.