There was just the two bunk beds and a urinal. This would be his home for the next ten years. So many things ran through Michael's mind. He knew he'd ...e having sex with Gerard. He was fine with it, if he'd offer protection.“My name is Gerard. Aren’t you a pretty thing. The men will love you. Fucking hell! I must have won the lottery. Who are you sweetie?”“The name's Michael. Nice to meet you.”Michael extended his hand to Gerard. Gerard pulled him close and felt his buttocks.“You’re mine! You. ‘Further in, there are Lotharisian soldiers. I don’t think they’re looking for me, they don’t move like trackers. I think they’re just passing through. If I’m not mistaken, it’s shorter to cut through the woods rather than go around, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes,’ Clara nodded, ‘Though most don’t. Most believe these woods are haunted.’ No two villagers could agree on just which ghosts haunted it, but the general consensus held that were spirits of some kind. ‘You don’t?’ Though she couldn’t see it, Clara. She gave me an automatic garage door opener. I kept it hidden under the seat of my Jeep Cherokee just in case anyone asked. One day my sister asked why I was “at that lady’s house.” I almost lost my breath and my heart sank to the floor. I was turning red and it was obvious my evil little sister had caught on to what was going on. I simply said “she paid me to put her IKEA dresser together.” That was the end of that and nothing else was said. Pam (my little sister) didn’t believe it for a. That was all I could take. Throwing all caution to the winds, I reached over and gently placed a hand on each of her hips. Mom was so into friggin herself I don”t think she even noticed. So I slid my hands down her side and grabbed her ass cheeks and then before she could do anything to stop me, I pulled her sopping cunt firmly into my face. She let out a cry of dismay and immediately began to struggle.“No Rock! Stop Honey! Son what are you doing?”But I had gone too far to stop now, so I.