Mostly I told them the stories of what was now apparently—dreams. In a nut shell—I never played football, therefore—was not a hometown hero—no...state championships, no trophies—no medal—nothing. Likewise, there was no skatepark—and I never moved to Dallas and became a porn star, lol. To myself—I was dead. What I thought in my head as lifelong accomplishments in football, moto racing, and striking it rich in the hustling scene, and professional porn, never happened. Shit—I never even went to high. He sang of lush green trees, the smell of damp earth, and the pride that their used to be in being a fox. It was a song long since forgotten by the other clans but that still lived deep within the heart of all foxes. He heard the door open, and could tell by the scent that it was Kevin’s father. His nose perked up even further as the smell of dried cum, and the scent of Kevin drifted to him. He didn’t move, he was too tired to even consider it. He didn’t even care that Kevin’s father was. The pain was unbearable. She was struggling to cope. Toby was struggling to cope too. He was so turned on and her tight arse was squeezing his cock so hard that he knew he was about to cum. But he wasn't finished yet. So with great will power he pulled his cock out of her with a loud pop. Rachel's body went limp in relief and tiredness. She could feel the blood trickling out of her arsehole and down over the soft skin between her holes and round her pussy lips. She wanted to collapse and just. We’ll grab what’s there.”As Richard went inside he heard a male voice say “Don’ break ‘im, Janey!”Janey checked his saddle girths and pack before they set out.“You’re OK,” she said.“Thank you. I’m looking forward to this.”“Eh?”“I want to become a grazier. To have my own station. I’ve done first year at the Ag College, but I’m hoping to learn a lot over these next months.”“Smart. Lookin’ ahead. I never did. I’ve been a stockman for five years an’ two on the gardenin’ afore that.”“Didn’t you want.