She reached Mr. Carmichael's door, took a deep breath and knocked. She heard a man say 'Come in', but it didn't sound like Theo.Sandy went in and saw ...he back of a man in a suit coat. She was about to apologize for being in the wrong room when the man turned around. Sandy was awestruck. There stood Mr. Carmichael in a tailored Brooks Brother's three-piece suit. His posture was great, not the relaxed slouch that Theo had. His voice had none of the relaxed country boy twang either. He was a. Joe was up closer with a few other boys, toasting marshmallows. Typical boys, we were talking about sex. Sam, the youngest boy, only 15, was telling us how he’d never boned a chick.“Man, when you first get your cock in there, it’ll feel fucked,” Joe was saying. “No matter how tight she is, you probably won’t even feel anything. You have to work your cock off to get it feeling any good.”“Says the bloke who doesn’t have any skin on his cock to feel anything with anyway!” yelled Matt.“Oh, here we. Let me come to the story I always dreamed of my sister fucking with me. My sister name is Sharmi she’s a perfect girl with perfect body structure with medium size boobs. Me and my family always used to sleep in the hall so I got a chance to sleep near to my sister with some courage while she was asleep I touch her boobs with fear if she don’t responds to my touch I squeeze it very hardly with one hand I will grab her Boob with other hand I grab her hand then using her hand I make her hand to. The scent was human, the stag knew, but it carried none of the usual danger signs. The saline sweat was not that of a male hunter, nor was there any of the sharp tang of metal that meant a gun. Curious as well as aroused, the beast slowly advanced to the clearing and gazing at the salt lick and at the woman who was busily frigging her cunt on the ledge beside that lick.The stag was both timid, as a wild creature, and bold and brave, by his noble nature. He hesitated for a few moments, detected.