His cock wasn’t all that long (a bit shorter than mine, I was glad to see) but it was thick. His pubic hair was blond and short, like it had been tr...mmed. His balls were big and round and hung loose in the sack. In that respect I didn’t compare as well; my balls are smaller and tighter in the sack, and I’d always kind of wished I had low-hangers. Then I noticed that his eyes weren’t entirely closed. It was hard to see in the clouds of steam, but I was pretty sure he was watching me watching. Did I write that Kathy was wicked smart? She was wicked smart. Before nerds and geeks, she was the one who sat up front in class and constantly and continually raised her hand. She never gave the wrong answer and always had more answers than the teacher needed or wanted. She was the Zelda of Dobie Gillis, the Margaret of Dennis the Menace, and the Hermione of Harry Potter. She was ahead of everyone else in class and it was that way with her in every class and in every grade. She was wicked. I zigged, I zagged.I was dead. I couldn’t keep this up.Sven FalkI dove forward. The branch-like arm of the treeman slammed in the ground behind me. Clods of earth sprayed in the air. Such force in that blow. But would it be enough? I rolled and came to my feet, hacking with my short sword.I slammed into the woody bark of the treeman’s shin. My sword gouged in an inch. A spray of splinters flew. My weapon rebounded. A jarring ache shook through my hand and into my arm. My elbow creaked.A short. She lowered her legs back down. Then I flung her knickers to one side. I kneeled down so that her knees were at eye level, gently pushing them apart. Then I moved my head between them, tenderly kissing the inside of her left thigh, reaching the top, whereupon I continued for several more kisses, until I was imminently close to her vulva.. I could smell her. I extended my tongue and used its full surface on her labia, licking in an upward motion. She gasped and I felt her fingers on the back.