‘Ian, I don’t want you to go.’ I turned to find her much closer than I thought she was. ‘What?’ She hesitated, as if reaffirming what she ju...t said. ‘I don’t want you to go.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘I’m sure.’ ‘Because I don’t want to go either.’ ‘I don’t want you to go.’ ‘Then I won’t.’ ‘Good. Don’t.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘Okay.’ We kissed again, but there was more to it this time. It wasn’t just a friendly kiss or an ‘I love you’ kiss. It was a kiss that held a burning to desire to take things to the next level.. "Okay Mr., uh, Charles"."What is on your mind Timothy", asked Mr. Oliver. He had not been able to get the boy out of his mind, and was so glad to see him."I uh, I think I might be gay", said Timothy, looking uncomfortably at his feet."Why would you think that Timothy?", asked Mr. Oliver."Because the other night, when you sucked my dick, it felt so good. It is great too when Ms. Alsover and Maria do it, but I have never come as much as when you did it".Mr. Oliver fondly remembered the big. Almost every day Tim would see her beautiful slim wife laying on her stomach or back. He would recline beside her taking his cock and tap it against her leg. She'd break into a smile knowing what was on his mind."Come aboard," she often said, spreading her legs looking forward to the touch that drove her wild with desire. "Show me how a torpedo works." Gladly," he got between her legs.Some days she told him to wait until the sun went down to do it as it would be cooler. To save on fresh water. It was the fences that ran on both sides of the road.“They were like these fences: short four foot tall posts, with two ten foot long railings strung between the posts. They don’t look particularly strong. The New Franc soldiers hit the fence thinking they would push it over. It didn’t fall over. Suddenly, they were stuck on one side of the fence when they wanted to be on the other side. No big deal, its not a tall fence, all you have to do is climb over it.“Unfortunately, the Llammadans were.