"Dillon, stop! I'll call the police! Stop it!"He turned me around, laughing at my attempts to break free of his tight grip. Then he bent me over the k...tchen table, shoving my face in the scraps of his egg sandwich, twisting my arm behind my back, keeping me from struggling."Oh, god, no, not again!" I cried. "Please, Dillon, don't! I'll call the police!" Will you?" he said, his hand rubbing up and down across my ass. I turned my neck to see him out of the corner of my eye. He opened his towel,. Being very excited about having some play time I had to dress right there in the basement. Sliding those panties up and having them softly caress my rock hard cock, as well as gently riding up my ass, I knew I was in for a good time. After I finished getting dressed, I did my best sexy saunter all the way up stairs into the computer room. I brought up Lush and started browsing, switching between stories and profiles while rubbing myself through the panties. Then my phone rang. “Hey, it’s the TV. THEBOY WAS REALLY INTERESTED IN HIS COCK AND HE DECIDED TO GIVE THE BOY ASHOW. HE STOOD AND WALKED TO THE DIVING BOARD. AT IT'S END, HE TOOK ADIVING POSE AND JUTTED HIS HIPS FORWARD SO THE BOY COULD SEE THE STRAININGOUTLINE OF HIS PRICK AND LARGE BALLS. HE DOVE INTO THE WATER AND SURFACEDRIGHT IN FRONT OF BRYAN."OK, k**...YOU WANT TO SEE MY COCK? I'M GOING TO SHOW IT TO YOU. ONCEAGAIN HE CLIMBED FROM THE POOL AND CLIMBED TO THE DIVING BOARD. HE DROPPEDHIS HANDS TO HIS CROTCH AND BEGAN. I had watched a man die from an infected wound, that modern medicine could have healed quickly and easily. Hell, the wound had not been that serious to begin with, but it got infected, and that had spelled this man's death. It was one of the Avery-Smythe's soldiers, whom I had helped in battle when I had first arrived in 1687 England.All in all, it had been an interesting and informative trip. The Avery-Smythe clan, in the time I chose to visit them, was in a small disagreement with another.