I wanted pancakes for breakfast.The kitchen was sunny and bright; it got the morning sun. It was great place to work and when I started to get up to h...lp with breakfast, Philly told me not to worry about it; he could handle it. I smiled and got up anyway to help. I joined him in the kitchen and he asked me to get the eggs out of the fridge. When I opened the door, I held it open as I bent in to get the eggs and gave him a view right into my shirt. The big open armpits of the shirt sagged open. The cabin was surrounded by a smoky mist. From each direction Zax looked, the smoky mist sprouted from the ground like in the cave he entered to with the Brown Digger and found the Black Core. The only differences to the previous cave were in the density of the smoky mist and its color. It was doable to look as far as twenty meters into the cave from the safe spot on the cabin's terrace and the color of the smoky mist was earth brown instead of lava like orange."Could ... Could ... it be that. People that lived on the outskirts of the small town returned home to tell other family members what had just happened. Those that lived farther out on the prairie took longer to get home, but as the story was told, most of them added to it, and some took away.There were people passing through on their way to other parts of Kansas or headed farther west, they told everyone they came close to, about what they had seen and heard in Hays, Kansas on that day, July 11, 1877.Passengers on the west. "Women want men that take charge. Flip me over, Scott."As a virgin, he needed guidance. Without another word, he kept his cock in me, wrapped his arms around me, and spun me over on my back. A fine display of skill even for a practiced lover, Scott did it in his first try. Impressive. He moved his hands to my legs and quickly had my knees behind my ears and began pounding away hard. I kept my eyes on his. "Fuck it...fuck that pussy hard, Scott," I said lightly slapping his face. "Show me who.