’ Duncan came into the cabin and found his breakfast ready to be served. ‘When did you learn to cook?’ ‘I live alone remember?’ ‘How did y...u know how long it would take me to fillet?’ ‘I counted the fish daddy, estimated the time and cooked accordingly. Despite what you think I do have you wife’s brains,’ ‘I’ll be damned.’ They left the mess on the bench and table, as father and daughter knew that cabin life was not city house-proud life where people like their wife/mother pounce at the sight. I don't really know why I tease Wendell so much. I really do likehim a lot. The guys think it's fun teasing guys like Wendell. I reallyhate it, but I'm just trying to fit in with the guys. I'm trying reallyhard to be a boy just like them. I play rough house, sports, boy stuffand get into trouble just like them. I don't like that either. I don'tlike getting dirty and stuff like that. I just feel I can't be a boylike them. I try, but I can't be like them and I don't want to be likethem."I starter. Nothing could take this away from me now, I have officially fucked him and it felt so good. He was sweating... looking at my cock entering him.... completely like a child, helpless and overwhelmed... this was the horniest experience of his life. I knew he'd be ashamed afterwards, but he'd get over it. His ass felt great around my cock... very warm and tight... massaging my cock as I pushed further and further... now half way up my 8 inches. I had him moaning with pleasure... telling me he. Anita was laying there battered and exhausted. She was thankful for the water but could not use her hands to pick up the bowl and drink so she brought her face to the bowl and sipped at it. A few minutes later both black men reappeared."The poor bitch was thirsty" Jerome laughed. It was time for round two. Anita did not resist when her Master fitted a red ball gag in her mouth…"She will be very noisy during this so I thought I would rather shut her up". He said.Anita looked at me again. She.