The hat had a feather and Icarried a special sword. It could stun but not kill. I thought it betterto have a man tried before a judge and jury than to...kill. I got dressedand went out for my first patrol. I saw a little old lady waiting at abusy street corner. It was Kate Barker. I thought she might need helpcrossing the street. As I tried to help her, I heard, "Help! This NancyBoy is trying to steal my purse."Next thing I saw was three men who were tall as trees to my 5 foot 1inch frame. Then I. She'd been in the next chalet at the resort, with a bunch of girl-friends. And he'd flirted with them all. Or, at least, THEY'D flirted with him. The way a gang of older girls might. And then, one day just one of them was in the room and she invited him in and fucked his lights out. Just once, and then sent him away again. They'd all left the next day. Nobody believed him but he had proof... pics on his phone....which he'd never shared before!!!! Everyone got on his case about that.Then it was. Johnny stared with an open mouth at his mother's ass. Her cheeks were full, compact, shapely, with a wonderful hot-looking crack separating them.Peggy writhed her exposed ass. "Johnny," she whispered in a throaty voice, running her hand over her ass lightly. " Johnny..."Johnny, with his mother's panties dangling from his mouth, stared at her beautiful ass. Her flesh was so smooth and creamy, without a blemish. He wanted to touch it, to feel his mother's exposed ass, but wasn't sure if he should. As a boy, I learned that the more Mom knew about my activities, the more likely it was for me to get in trouble! I hated that feeling, for it was invariably accurate.“That’s great, Mom. Does this mean that I won’t have to translate for you anymore?”“No, it doesn’t. I haven’t learned enough English to hold a conversation yet, but I’m getting better every night.Turning to Kim and Ken, I translated what my Mom had told me. Her understanding of the language was not far enough along to properly.