As a boy, it had taken me more than a season to learn the four patterns.I watched as the people in camp headed upstream to help the returning hunters ...ith the game they carried, I sat down and resumed my scanning of the horizon and of the two main danger areas. You never knew when an enemy or large predator might make an appearance. More than once, a predator stalked the returning hunters in the hope of stealing their kill. Most predators knew that challenging humans was a bad thing to do. But. " Yeah, like you, I take care of things myself a lot more than I used to. Well, unless you go back to when I was in my teens. Oh, then, it was just about all I did." So you've been messing up the sheets for the maid to change?" she asked me grinning wide."Ha, yeah, well, she hasn't left me any note that I should stop." Well, you could always come use my room, that would make them wonder."We both laughed but I did feel my cock begin to lengthen a bit.Now, let me tell you a bit more about Alison.. Pam was wearing her tennis outfit, which exposed quite a bit of her long legs and beautiful thighs. Her pleated skirt was bunched up and it didn’t take much for me to realize she was again sans panties. “Whatcha up to?” Pam asked as I leaned in the window of her car. “Finishing up some yard work,” I replied. “Do you feel like some tennis?” Pam asked. As she spoke, she twirled a lone finger in a strand of her long brown hair. I was tired. Marianne was gone for the weekend to visit her mother.. Silmaria followed in his wake, huddled in her cloak, chilled to the bone and miserable. She looked around, studying their surroundings to try to distract herself. The woods were a blend of green and barren, evergreen and sleeping deciduous trees intermingled, with spruces and their green needled branches being most common. The winter night was filled with the sounds of stirring trees, the wind shifting through leaves and needles and branch. The towering giants around them creaking as their old.