This pod is packed quite well, and the hunting stuff is next to the camping stuff. I pull out one of the bows and string it. I attach the two piece bo...w quiver to the bow and put six arrows in the quiver. I pull out an arrow and nock it and draw it back to see how well it handles.My father's hunting lessons from when I was a teen in the 1960's all come rushing back to me. We used wood or fiberglass recurved bows back then. Composites and pulleys and all sort of new fangled ideas are invented. I was still locked in the costume, but now I was blindfolded and I was best over something that was keeping my rear up my knees and elbow puppy feet were touching the floor but I could hear small chains on all four holding me on place and there was a chain on my collar holding my head forward. Out of the blue I feel a moist spray on my sex and get the faint smell of dog right away. I hear a voice say good morning Fluffy ready to become a film star. Fluffy? Wait is that what he is calling me?. . when she dipped her fingers into the drink, and rubbed the flavor all over her bush and pussy, that REALLY got me going. I cleaned the whole area with my tongue, raised up and gave her a quick taste of my Dick, then plunged into her, making Joann scream out loud. I drove, she pushed back, and we were a force together. She said, "don't hold back, I want it all ... cum in me, then I'll clean you up." The shots I gave her were long and powerful, and I almost drove her thru the headboard. I. Apparently tired of ripping into someone else, Skip started talking about himself and his own work, using the most ridiculous levels of hyperbole I'd ever heard. While he started comparing the nuance of his work to that of Hemingway, I was trying to figure out how such a skinny guy could puff his chest out so much. As a well-dressed gentleman began telling everyone to take their seats, Skip whispered conspiratorially to the group. "Listen up for some good news in my speech."As Skip sauntered to.