An elderly man with a long red beard walked up to Nimbus. ‘You must allow the Anima to flow through you. Let the sword pull it from you,’ said the...old man. Nimbus concentrated, but still nothing happened. A mummer broke out in the crowd as people pointed at him. Nimbus held onto the sword tighter, but still, there was nothing. Eventually, he felt a pair of strong hands grab him and pull him away. ‘I knew you were weak,’ said a voice. Nimbus was being dragged down a hallway and slung into a dark. My hair is longish but not real long. Not even to my shirt collar and justto my ears. Yes. I wear shirts with collars. I don't wear baggy jeans ort-shirts emblazoned with wild pictures or sayings. I wear button-up shirtswith button down collars and slacks (as my mother calls them). Khakicolored ones are my favorite but I have some others. My mother says I lookvery smart. Everyone else says I look like a geek. That was my life,before he came. I enjoyed school. I'm in eighth grade. I'm. Khuli chut ko bass hoth laga kar chatna baki tha per abhi nai.Maine chut me teel laga kar iss baar usse cherte hue apni ungli andar ki to usske muhh se bhi awaz nikal gai.Chut hi to heatquater tha .Maine chut ko thor cherte hue bola-“madam je mai gawar dehati insan hu ,apko taklif hoti hogi to maaf karna per mai jitna janta hu kar raha hu” wo chup thi jaise mere itne kuch dekhne ke baad bhi maine koi gandi harkat nai ki usske liye tarif karne ko attur. Mai teel usske navel me laga kar waha. Afterwards Putu left her to lie silently face down on the couch long enough to get her breath back. She heard him return and felt him roll her over. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him standing at the bottom of the couch. He was quite dark, perhaps around her height, in his early twenties and well muscled with long hair tied at the back in a ponytail. He also had a cock that was very erect and longer than the two or three other examples of local manhood Em had encountered in the course.