I realize that, over my time in this new world, that I had changed in a few subtle ways. Being around people seemed less of an issue. I wasn’t sure ...ow much I enjoyed just going places and drinking with strangers, but Voss and Enna- two people who, in my previous life, I would have nothing but contempt for- were my two best friends. Well, at least the two best friends among people I wasn’t sleeping with.But big booze-fueled pub crawls still weren’t my cup of tea. Or, I suppose, mug of ale. I. I was perhaps sixty or seventy and looked but a tenth of that. Mother and I walked across the hills and valleys to the city that bore her name. We needed to trade for rope, cloth, tools and salt. We split up, mother to go to the temple to collect her due while I set about exploring the city.I offered to fix a street vendor's tool for dipping fried fish out of hot oil for a few meals, a deal that he gratefully accepted. The next day word had spread. I bargained for a new hand cart and my weight. Before I knew what was happening he had his very hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. “Is this Ok?” he asked. “I’ve never done it before so go slow” was my reply. Somewhere he got a bottle of lube and spread it all over my ass and then his cock. He slowly pushed his cockhead against my asshole and held it there. He increased his pressure until he slipped his cockhead in. He held it there for about a minute. He told me he’d go slow so it would hurt very much and that it would take awhile. Inside the house, Uncle Mike grabbed her, and they kissed passionately. He pushed her into the front room and down onto the big soft sofa in there. Soon her was down between her thighs, pushed her dress up and pulling her soaked panties to one side. He lapped at her shaven pussy and revelled in the intense taste of her cunt juices oozing out of her. Her hands moved to the back of his head and she pulled him into her deeper, grinding herself at his unyielding tongue. He pulled away briefly to.