Jen stood in the doorway for a second as Dicky silently stared at his house. Jen walked through the doorway and took a look around, the shed or whatev...r was barely sunlit, and hot, and filthy, and humid. It looked like it had been used as a workshop at some point. As she looked around she noticed some hot rod pictures and a few girly posters on the walls. Then she noticed the magazines Dicky was standing in front of, it looked like they were piled on boxes or something. There were a few cars. Barney positioned himself at the entrance to my tight hole. He was hard as steel. The bastard teased me with that giant mushroom black head. I moaned in excitement, finally backing my ass onto his cock. At least I tried.There was a soft pressure but no entry. He then began to gently move the head around in circles and then with a firm push, his hard head popped into my anus. My breath was taken away. I did not even scream. It hurt like hell. We stayed like that for a bit and then he slowly. I made sure Jess always had a full glass of wine in her hand and later in the evening she was getting pretty drunk. As I noticed her getting more relaxed from the alcohol I took the opportunity to start touching her, grabbing her ass every now and then, leaning in for a kiss and squeesing her boob at the same time. Jess was resisting a little at first but as more time went and she had more wine I could tell she was more into it. I maneuvered us to a point so we were standing close to the. Keal slowly answered, he was from across the sea and that he and his ladies had bartered for passage on a ship a short time ago and have been wandering from town to town. He was a storyteller, and the ladies took care of him, sometimes working a tavern as extra help when he told stories, due to the increase in costumers listening to his stories. When asked for a name, Keal just said that he did not recall his name as nobody ever called him by it now, everyone just called him old man. The girls.