But he wanted more from life than a good job and a stable income in the same town he'd grown up in. If he hadn't left, he knew he never would, doomed ...o reside in the same place repeating his father's and grandfather's stories, and passing on the same mundane legacy to his own sons. No, Aron wanted more from life than that.So he packed up and became an adventurer, even though it was no longer fashionable to do so. And for a couple of years he spent his life travelling the continent of Soros,. Just then, my eyes adjusted a little more to the darkness outside, and I could see that there were two or three other men in the driveway looking towards my front porch. What do you mean you told your buddies? You mean you told them and brought them over, Kyle?! Well, I had to tell them about what we did together- how you let me fuck you and all. Kyle, I did that so that you wouldnt tell my husband anything you knew! And you went and told people?! What the fuck!? Once I told them about it, they. Not wanting to discontinue my pleasure, I use my toes to push myself up so I can reach over the side of the bath for the bottle when I catch a glimpse of your feet out of the corner of my eye. Turning sheepishly towards the doorway like a naughty child caught red handed, I see you leaning casually against the door frame and can tell that you missed the worst of the storm. Your clothes are only slightly damp, but still damp enough for your t-shirt to reveal every bulging muscle of your torso and. Just like my husband."And when I invite you to entertain some friends," he added, as he sucked on my toes... something I had never had done to me before."Really? Yes, sir," I repeated my obedient response, at this moment willing to agree to anything to get that cock in me, but the prospect of serving his friends additionally exciting."Fuck, I really do like these nylons," he said."It's Nude Day," I explained, "although my version of nude includes sexy, sheer stockings." I approve," he said, as.