It had been a good two moons since he had hunted last, and he was eager to test his new bow. The yew staff required more power than his old ash bow bu... Pelle was a strong man. A few test shots had shown him that his accuracy did not suffer under the greater power of the new bow and he guessed that he gained half again over his old range.Closing in on the grassy open he moved with great care. He tested the wind and redirected his approach so that he went against it. It was luck that he did. When. She pushed me back away from her tits and pulled off the long sleeve shirt I was wearing over my tee. Quickly folding it up she dropped it to the ground. As I leaned back against the sink she used my shirt to kneel on, once again grabbing my cock. Pulling my pants down to my ankles she smiled up at me and said, “Do you want it Daddy? Do you”? I knew now what she wanted. “Fuck yes Baby, I want it! I want your mouth on my cock you little bitch! Suck Daddy’s cock Baby, suck it good and show me. I also note that unrelated lovers are sometimes known to use terms like “daddy” and “baby” at special moments.The next morning.In all I spent about 80 minutes outside and in the barn, tending to things. It had been a rough night for the animals, but it seemed they all made it. The biggest issue was water, the pond had a layer of ice, but I broke through that easy enough and everybody wanted a drink. When a fifteen-hundred pounds of meat on the hoof in the shape of a buffalo is thirsty, I get. Actually, could he even think of Cap-Haitien as his hometown anymore? Hmm. He had to think about it. He came into the world at 7 : 11 P.M. at Justinian Hospital in downtown Cap-Haitien. It would forever be the place of his birth. No force on the planet earth could change that. Still, when he thought of home, oftener than not he thought of Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. Ah, the City of Brockton. So much had happened to him there. He remembered his halcyon days at Brockton.