We jogged for about 40 minutes, I was drained and couldn't keep up.We got back to the car park and I accidentally said - you have great stamina lol.He...replied with "I can go all night, every night and twice on a sunday"I jus laughed, typical country man lol.We were both sweating buckets and joking about sweat marks on our clothes.When right then I seen the shape of a rather huge fucking cock lol.I immediately asked him was he wearing underwear lol, because I could see a lot.Turns out he wasn't. Far more quickly than I’d ever dreamed of, I was hard again.I spurted a second time into a hastily acquired shirt before drifting off to sleep with visions of Mom masturbating fixed firmly in my mind.**I was a nervous wreck as I stood in front of my bedroom door on Christmas Eve morning. I could hear Mom in the kitchen, and the smells reaching me revealed that she was hard at work making Christmas dinner.Her abrupt departure from the living room and the inability to hide that I was in the. It had been a glorious revelation. He remembered screaming at the time, his primitive and inferior mind unable to grasp the onslaught of information. But he did not die. It was this survival that had earned him a place beside the Broodmother. A twig snapped in the distance. Tor Endril was dragged from his thoughts, his core instincts kicking in. The wind was loud enough to muffle his movements through the snow, so he proceeded on foot towards the sound. Voices began to rise up over the sound of. ’ ‘Oh. Well, if you have a covered wagon handy, maybe you could give me a ride home and I could show you around. Introduce you to some of my relatives, if they’re not busy doing rain dances and torturing captives.’ ‘Sorry, my oxen died and I ate them. So I had to rent a car instead.’ I laughed in spite of myself. This girl was certainly not the stereotypical dumb blonde I had expected. ‘Well then. Shall we go?’ She looked at me thoughtfully. ‘Have you eaten anything today?’ ‘Not really. But.