"He chuckled. "When I was boy, I thought it was a lot of fun to spend the night in fresh hay."A lot has changed since then."He held onto his saber and...bag, and burrowed into the hay, vanishing as if he'd never existed.Tiva was a man of simple tastes, simple wants and desires. Which meant he slept late the next morning.His first hint that things weren't as they should be was a loud voice not far off calling, "Maybe the witch is in one of the haystacks! Search them!"There was a chorus of voices,. And ‘accepting’ the fact that he’s taking loads out around the port-a-potty just makes you look like you’re some kind of fucking snowflake. The only option was join in.But, I drew the line at the worksite - for him and for me and for the rest of the guys. He hated that - it was the first time the faggot ever really stood up to me, but I put that rebellion down with a sucker punch - followed by something I hadn’t really planned, but hey, I was a bit drunk and full of beer (we were down at our. I ran my tongue in her lips and out, deep in and out and back to sucking her clit, sh came softly and I would not stop, she came again sand this time I head the sounds of a woman. Holding her breath she let the orgasm build. I thought she had passed out and liiked up, she looked down and shook her head. I sucked harder and got my fingers in her pussy. I had her now. She came so hard and ask for a brake. I agreed and slid up beside her. I sucked the tits I had been dreaming of for years. I had. ”Jamie obeyed, fiddling with one of the silk bows at his waist. The tiles were cool through his knee-high socks, making him wish he hadn’t removed his shoes as he listened to the approaching glock, glock of Sunil’s Mary Janes on the dining room tiles. There was a rustle as the skirt of his boyfriend’s cornflower blue dress met his complementary pastel pink one—a gift that morning, so cute it would have displaced his grandmother’s cheongsam as the outfit for his twenty-fifth birthday even.