?You see, Silas, you?re much too focused on your ownorgasms.? Bootsie said. ?I mean to cure you of this.?Bootsie took me out to the back yard, stark n...ked,and I watched, shivering in the November air as she cut a switch from a sprucetree. As Bootsie trimmed the smalltwigs off the switch, she lectured me about my lack of focus.?I see this in men everywhere, in my workplace, in myfamily of origin, everywhere.? Bootsie cut the lastof the little pieces off, and folded her knife up. ?You all are. "This is the village of Wallen, as all men know." Mak was a bit nettled at the man's assumption of his youth. So, what if he wasn't as tall as the stranger, not by more than a head. He was a fully grown man of the True Folk at twentyfive winters. Taller and stronger than most of his fellow villagers, and by far the most skilled hunter of Wallen village.He was by no means an ignorant peasant, either. He could even read and write. Well, only his own name and a few words more. He also visited. Until that really cold day in January. Anne Johnson was wearing Jake Smith’s varsity football coat. He had his arm around Anne and all his friends were walking down the hall with her. She became the coolest chick in a matter of a week.She was wearing nice clothes, all designer. She was totally made up and carried an expensive backpack. Her hair was cut and styled. Her make-up was done to perfection. She was now the most popular girl.Nobody understood how she became Central High’s new “It Girl.”. Fuck me hard and deeeeeeeeeep.”I smiled and pinched her nipple very hard. This made her go crazy and she quickly got down to the floor on her hands and knees, ass up in the air.“Put it in, put it in,” she screamed urgently.I eased down to the floor and holding my cock by its base I rubbed the thick head on her pussy lips teasingly.She moaned out and grunted as she pushed her ass back in an attempt to take me into her. I reciprocated by thrusting hard into her pussy. I could feel my cock spread.