“Well, they’re away from home, lonely, maybe kind of confused and don’t know anybody. So I help them write letters or tell them about the city o... things they can go and see or do.”Rigby nodded. He couldn’t imagine his mother talking to a bunch of sailors.“Lots of ladies do it. I’m supposed to work from seven to closing Monday, Wednesday and Friday next week. Ihelp them write letters. Why don’t you come with me. They’ll find work for you.”Rigby nodded. “OK, why not.”“You doing your Christmas. In its place, she wraps her index finger and thumb around the base of the shaft. She has a tight grip. I can feel the tip getting bigger and tighter as it engorges with blood. She parts her lips and slides them over the shiny tip of my throbbing cock. And she keeps going. Taking more of my cock in her mouth. I can feel it touch the back of her throat. She pulls it out a little and begins to wank me with her finger and thumb grip. Fucking hell, this is going to be over real quick. I can feel my. Cold day outside today - that means me and the boys will be shriveled up all day. At least it won't be sweaty in here.Lunchtime - a walk outside, couple of cups of coffee and hey buddy it's time to empty the tank. Oh shit - you're gonna piss in the snow? HEY DAMMIT WARM UP THOSE FUCKING HANDS FIRST! Jeez, those fingers are like ice! That's right, write your damn name in the snow while my head is freezing. If you were bald you'd wear a hat so why are you doing this to me?An afternoon in. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for.