Where else should one quote Homer?”As they were about to leave Turkey and enter Bulgaria, Georgia asked, “Why didn’t you go to the Patriarch of ...onstantinople at the Church of Saint George?”“I don’t know,” Oscar answered.“What do you mean you don’t know?”“We didn’t go there and we’re not going to visit the Pope at the Vatican or the Queen of England in her castle. I don’t know why I’ve been directed to one place and not another. Every place that I’ve visited has been small and unimportant. All. " But, mom, it's Christmas." It's just another day to those of us in the trenches, kid."I ignored Alek. "You're back to yourself now, mom, why don't you train me?" Because Alek has always been better at it than I am – much better, like Phillip." Except I'm not a fucking assassin." Right, except he's not a fucking assassin. Look, I haven't used what psychic power I have in over eHetwelve years. I'm out of practice."Alek stood. "I think I'll go for a walk while you talk to him." He addressed me. ”“Me too. Feel up to returning the favor? I may drown you,” he joked.Josh, feeling giddy, laughed. “I’ve never done it before. I’ve practiced a little.”“Bananas?”Josh nodded. He added, “And cucumbers.”The big man grasped his wrist, and pulled Josh’s hand into his lap. Josh groaned as he fingers curled around the hard organ there.“Ready to see how you do with the real thing?”The hunger in the older man’s eyes was powerful. The throbbing cock in his hand was even more enticing. He gave a. I imagined it as a second cock, and I moaned loudly. A second finger joined the first. My brother’s fingers and his lovely cock fucked me and I was on cloud nine. I was feeling like I had never felt before. It was the incredible sensation in my choot and gaand.“Bhaiyaaaaa……chodo mujhe…..fuck me hard….harder…..behnchod chod dalo,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop….dont slow down……make me your whore…..make me come with your Lund. I’m so nasty…..fuck me…”He clung to my body tightly. He rubbed the fingers.