‘Tell them my name!’ the man shouted and gestured to his horrified classmates. ‘I don’t know your name!’ Tom cried, tears flooding down his ...heeks. The man jerked him down and he felt his feet touch the floor again. For a moment, he insanely thought that maybe he was going to be released, that maybe he was going to be okay. When the sharp pain of one of the man’s bladed fingers pierced his left temple and drove into his skull, he realized the folly of his thinking. Tom tried to scream, but. Kyle was ravenous – they both were – with an appetite brought on no doubt by the vigorous physical exercise of the prolonged session of copulation they had both practised the previous evening and again that morning in the shower.Kyle was learning quickly; he had already realised that fabulously satisfying though anal intercourse was, the actual process of fucking in the build up to the final, superb, climactic orgasm whether active or passive, was, at the end of the day – not to make a pun and. Not really thinking about the upcoming date, I took off down the fence line to see what was going on. As I went over a small rise, there were probably another twenty head of young stock wandering around the lane road. Shit, shit, shit. So not to turn them toward the main road, I walked slowly through them going down the fence line. Another hundred yards told the story. A huge branch had fallen onto the fence, pushing it down. There was a bunch of stock looking at the downed fence but not trying. I love her with all of my heart. I know this hasn’t been easy on you, but we are very happy together.” I finished.He looked down for a second, like he was searching for the right words. An awkward silence passed between us, then he looked back up at me, extending his hand.“Jeff, you asked me this once many years ago. I was hesitant then, but I agreed thinking you were a good man. Now all these years later, I have no hesitation at all, you have my permission.” he said.“Thank you Dad. But you.