“First tell us!” Giant Havreim demanded. “Were you the guy Rockwell and Riv claimed to obtain the perfect dark attribute’s essence, consume it... by some implausible miracle survive and kill those members of the five powers?” Like his three colleagues, he merely thought that Zax met Rockwell and Riv in the ridge by chance or something and not at all was the pivotal variable in the demise of the five powers’ representatives.“Linor, Zech, you tell me this guy, who is of our generation, supposed to. It's nice that you think of us enough in that way, but when it comes to love, you shouldn't let anything stand in the way. So what are you waiting for... get on the phone already and tell them to come over."Dawn jumped over Kennedy's lap and landed on the top of them both, stretching out to hug Willow. "Thank you. Thank you. I so love you right now, Willow." She hugged the Wiccan a second time and kissed her lips before standing back up and racing for the phone in the kitchen."I think you just. Mmm, hm. Oh fuck! Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me harder with that big hard cock.” Fuck my little pussy good. Oh my god.”She could feel him welling up in her, stiffing for the final shot. “Yes please, just like that. Keep staring at my ass and fuck it. Press that dick right up to her. Come on, come on, baby.”And he did. It blew out of him with fantastic force, his eyes shut, his ears ringing. He heard himself shouting out loud as the cum kept cumming, each jet more exciting and pleasurable. To start with you could be the jolly fat guy who talked loudly and made a lot of jokes, many of them about yourself. This was not an option for Hans-Olof, since he just wasn’t loud and outgoing. The second possibility was to be fat and stupid. This was an easy role to get into, since most people had the preconception that fat and stupid went together. But Hans-Olof was not stupid either, not at all. The third possibility, the one that he had opted for, was fat and boring. As a boy he was.