Wilfred stepped forward in line, as did Nate behind him. His new position was now reflected in the mirror, although Nate didn't know that. He was too ...ngrossed checking Wilfred out. A moment later, Wilfred removed his hand from his briefs. Nate wondered what his fingers must smell like. Probably the musky, sweaty odour of a soldier's cock at the end of an exhausting day. Nate looked down and gazed at Wilfred's ass next. It was right in front of his own crotch. Although completely covered by. What was more impressive was the how far down his tremendous unhard cock hung. ever time he paced back and forth i would see it swing in the air,and i tried to time every glance. with every bounce and swing i felt my cock get harder,and harder. i thought to myself my god,whoever gets on that cock has got to be the luckiest person on the face of the earth. after glancing at him for like 5 minutes,i just found myself totally drawn to his cock and no matter how hard i tried,i just couldn't take my. I undo his belt buckle and slide his jeans down, sliding down with them. His cock is just about bursting out of his boxer briefs. With a wink and a grin, I slip his bulging cock out of his briefs and into my mouth, taking his huge member in, I only make it halfway down his cock before I have to pull back.I tease the tip with my tongue, flicking it and rolling it around in my mouth before plunging it in so deep I almost choke. I’m rewarded with a groan as his knees almost buckle. I flip us. Perhaps it’s best that my successor should be someone with faith. But you have much more to learn. The nights will only get longer and the harsh winter trek is not much more than a moon away.’ Winter was the season of hardship. It brought want, sometimes starvation and always death, especially amongst the children. This was the season when the shaman’s services were most in demand and this year Ivory would share in her duties. She would help bury the dead, comfort the living, and seek succour.