Arrow number eleven skipped along the turf about five feet behind me as I dove face down under cover, painfully scraping my nips in a flurry of grass ...clippings.So much for my comforting arrow count assumption. No way did he have only one arrow left or he'd be saving his ammo instead of taking pot shots at me on the scamper. As if to confirm that conclusion his twelfth came through this butt like an artillery shell.Okay, number of arrows left was not a given. For sure on my next dash he'd think. It’s only fucking. You know why they call a piece a piece don’t you?”“No, why,” he asked warily?“Cause, nobody ever gets all of it,” I laughed at him, “You see, Pam and I have a really kinky sex life and not a lot of conventionality. I will tell you that this is the first time Pam has fucked anyone but me since we’ve been married. Lighten up so you'll enjoy that tight pussy of hers.”We had had a couple drinks and a lot more conversation about what was happening when I spotted Pam coming out. Then i said her to come with me in my bike. She agreed readily.When we sat on bike she hold my chest tightly saying that u drive bike fast (as my mom had told her). Since it was not late night i said i had to do some shopping, she said ok. We went to mall and Richa helped me in shopping jeans and shirt. While i was going in trial room to check shirt, she asked she will come to see how i look. I too agreed readily.Guys this is where we started to getting physical. While i removed my t-shirt, she. Maureen gave a little sigh then wriggled on my erection while I savoured the moment to the full. Part of my mind did wonder where the 'bleeping' noise was coming from; virginal though I was I did know that women didn't 'bleep' when you kissed them."Shit!" Maureen exclaimed parting our lips for the second time.She seemed to fumble at her waist then her hand came up with a beeper in it, she was reading whatever message it was displaying and frowning."Oh damn," she sighed getting off my lap, "just.