The other men nodded their agreement. No one would talk about the end of the vision.Stepping outside the sweat lodge, William felt weak and extremely ...ired. He had gone three days without food or sleep. He returned to the stream and washed the sweat from his body. The cool water against his hot body chilled and refreshed him. One of the men who had waited outside the sweat lodge handed him a bottle of sports drink and said, "Drink this. You'll feel better."Smiling his thanks, William accepted. Having him naked with me, although for a very short while, I marveled his slim body, dark black hair, glassy brown eyes, not a jungle but decently hairy chest and nipples. I had always enjoyed the hairy legs of the boys especially around their ankles because it always gave me a very nice grip to hold their legs up if those pretty legs were not thrown over my shoulders when I fucked the faggot boys face to face. To celebrate our get together and also have long drawn sessions of sex with me, if. My wife and I watched from an upstairs window as the young man began to make his way back and forth across the lawn with the mower. My lovely wife couldn’t take her eyes off him as she watched him for a good few minutes. She is a sucker for young tight bodies but never for someone as young as Alex. His shorts were damp from sweat as they clung tightly against his ass. I could see my wife drooling over him as he continued to cut the lawn. I said to her, “I bet you'd like to fuck him? Wouldn’t. Nature ordained it this way because men are born to plunder women and plundering is best done without clothing.We are born to be plundered, but please do not misunderstand. I do not use the term to cause offense. I use it because it is true. I hasten to add that I demand, and every woman and girl I know demands, to consent to be plundered, and woe unto the man or boy who fails to obtain my consent before he plunders me. Attempts to plunder me, I should say. More than one male, and a female or.