"Up to your bedroom. When I come up I want you kneeling on your bed facing the mirror."Mother practically ran out of the room.I waited an eternity of ...five minutes, then walked silently up the stairs. I stopped in the doorway of her bedroom - she had done exactly as I'd told her; she was kneeling, with her pantie-clad bum towards me, and looking in the mirror at her own tits inching out of that bra. My cock was nearly exploding."Now, mother, when I give the word you'll pull your panties down to. Or maybe Rich is going to take out some vengeance.I turn and sure enough Rich has been moving counter to get closer to the soldiers. He has a gun out and is looking shaky. He is intent on him movements away from our hiding place, so much so, that I don't think he sees his two sons following with only half his stealth.I don't want to get in the center of the cross fire, when it happens. But I need to get over to Rich and his sons. Looking around, I can see up is my only choice.As quickly as I. ..stop it" she said and I replied "Why should we when we both like it?" She thought it over for a moment and then she pulled me close to her and we kissed and touched each other. She put her hand between my legs and felt for my clit, which she rubbed fiercely. I felt like I was gonna die from pleasure. We kissed and fingerfucked eachother and she made me cum. Then she hoisted me up onto the deck like she had done with her friend and she started to lick my pussy. she tongued my clit and finger. 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 to lead his target -- me -- but unlike a duck in a shooting gallery at least now I was close enough to fire back. If I was super-lucky I'd put out his eye. At.