But I would stand on the docks and watch the fleet head out, that always caused a tug at my heart. A man is completely free at sea, nothing but the wa...er, wind and sky. I would shake it off, and go back to my shop, my work. I did fish the runs into the river, though. The Herring would come in riding the tides, tens of thousands of them. They came in waves, hours of waiting and then sudden mayhem. On moonlit nights we would hear the men yell, ‘Fire in the Water!’ and we would run the nets out. ”“Sorry. Not good enough,” I replied. “We want to know what you’re going to do to her. And we don’t want her hurt.”“You try my patience, boy!” Zeus growled. Then, without warning, he hurled what appeared to be a lightning bolt at me. The flash of the bolt bathed the small cavern in a light so bright, it blinded everyone for a moment. But when we could see again, I sighed in relief when I saw that my shield, while buffeted, had held up to the onslaught.But I also knew that the effort was. It suddenly dawned on me that what I did to Marc was not really different to what I did on my cam shows every day. Yes it was not the same to do it in person, but the feeling of power and influence was intoxicating, the thought of me, my body and my actions being so influential over how someone feels was incredibly empowering. As a guy I never had that kind of gravitas. Yet now I had sometimes hundreds of people watching me and getting off to me.As I ran my hands over my body a thought of Marc. Shannon tried to console herself by thinking the soda can sized cock head was so big it would never get past her tight vaginal entrance. Shannon tried to push him again but 650 pound Jake could not be budged! Jakes repeated thrusting and sliding along Shannons pussy had coated his cock with Shannons copious lubrications as well as the suntan oil from her stomach and the oil that was on the chaise lounge cushion. Over and over Shannon felt the huge cock head thrust against the tight entrance to.