..”Tony stopped grumbling as he picked up arrows off the ground and ‘casually’ swung the bow around toward Ric, apparently freeing both hands to... pick up more arrows. Ric reached down a picked up an arrow as well.This bow was more powerful than the one he’d used on Vicky yesterday in that weird dream, but it felt comfortable in his hands, and he could feel the exquisite tension of the drawstring as he inspected it, just incidentally notching the arrow he’d picked up.Twisting around and aiming. Sinking to my knees on the carpet, I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. Reaching in, I took hold of his warm, white, hard cock and pulled it free.“Young men have strong needs too,” I said breathing on his exposed organ.“Y-y-yes th-they do,” he agreed.I lowered my head and tasted his salty hardness in my warm mouth. Rolling my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock caused him to groan with pleasure. I engulfed more of his smooth pink erection, letting his dick bathe in sweet waters. But at 18, I was still a virgin to the real thing. I felt him pull down the top of my bathing suit, exposing a very erect nipple, "God, so beautiful", he whispered as he lowered his mouth to tongue it, flicking his tongue back and forth, wetting it, making me squirm. "Touch me", he groaned, "please"....I reached down nervously and felt his balls under the bathing suit, they were huge, full, round sacks. I moved my hand under the loose leg of his bathing suit and got a better feel of them inside. She was light skinned for a black girl; very light for an African, and he wondered if some of her ancestors might have been white. It wasn’t unusual back in the day for some horny white colonial to impregnate a bunch of the local girls. She started to stir a little and she looked up at him. The first thing she did was spit at him. He slapped the shit out of her and she spit on him again.‘This wasn’t going well!’ he thought. Her mouth was bleeding a little and he got a towel out of his pack. He.