Then, with the February sun rising over the fell behind the farmhouse, it was time for Elizabeth to go. The Candlemas market at the village was the fi...st of the year, and the first of the four yearly visits of Isaac the Jew with his pack of those things the folk of Owldale couldn’t make for themselves; pins, needles, cotton thread, laudanum for their ills, tea, sugar, scissors and a host of other things. The farm had little to barter, but what they had Elizabeth took with her in a sack strapped. "Not bad at all," I said."That's a long trip," Lee said. He was a couple years older than Joe andwas pretty husky, but it worked on him. He had sandy blond hair and a blondbeard and dimples when he smiled, like a sexy teddy bear. "But I guess thegreat thing about being gay is you could always just pull off at a reststop." Meet a nice trucker..." Mike added. Mike was the oldest and, at firstglance, the most strikingly hot. He had black hair like Joe and blue eyes,and was very tall with a killer. It didn’t take very long.The room was full of naked bodies - three of them female and fabulous, plus my little five foot six and Derek’s gangling six foot three or so. Being a man I’d checked out his cock of course, and was happy to see that at least in that department I wasn’t at a disadvantage!Lisa pulled Derek onto the single bed so I lay down on the floor, on my back with Simone and Patsy half crouching on either side. Patsy has real hips and tits, waist, ass – it’s a voluptuous young. He could havefolded and probably let either of the boys lose, but he had always livedlife by recognizing the moment and seizing it in the same breath. No waywas he going to let Ron take out one of his guys.Besides, if Ron were going after Jamal and Andy he knew that theywouldn't be able to keep up with his larger pot. Ron wouldn't need agood hand to force them to fold, and he'd never expect Nate to join inwith his own large pot since the goal of the game was to simply not lose.There was no.