I finally said, "The Bear".She said, "You are going to be a bear, but what name do you want."I said again, "You can call me The Bear."She laughed and ...aid, "That's not very original, but I guess it's up to you. You are a big man," She said laughing again. "So maybe that will fit."She turned around and check her screen, "It's available, you want me to go ahead and register it for you as your hunt name?" Yeah, do it." I looked into the mirror behind her, my makeup almost done and saw The Bear for. Unlike the figure she had seen outside the square, these figures were entirely naked, all cut to the perfection of an Adonis or Venus.Jess admired the features of the statues for their capture of perfection in form rather than their quality as art. She particularly enjoyed the well endowed foot ball player, with his skin of polished bronze, his barrel like chest and the rippled muscles of his trunk-like arms and legs.The whisper of a deep groan floating through the air like a gentle breeze took. After a few more minutes he had obviously decided some form of action was required and he arose and made his way to the bar stool next to Eve. He duly sat down and without saying anything placed his left hand on her knee and slowly slid it upwards. Eve to her total surprise opened up even more not believing she could behave like this, but soon forgot that when she felt two fingers sliding either side of her now very wet clit and a third finger was entering her open love tube. Max spoke for the. Such words are so very crass. By whose standards am I to be regarded with such disdain? These are words carelessly tossed about by men who’ve never dared let their balls drop. These are words spoken by cultural eunuchs, by men who traded their true, masculine nature for nothing more than a Grande Macchiato. I can understand woman hiding behind such phrases. They are the prey, after all, but I have no respect for any man who has allowed society to neuter him so thoroughly. I was once called.