And girls, gathered ... tree nuts today ... sun fruit tomorrow ... sweet-reeds had been done yesterday. But it wasn't work ... it was 'game.' Sure, th...ngs got taken home, cooked and eaten, but it was fun. The only work was trying to impress the opposite gender. That was work!Everyone shared. For a lesson in patience you couldn't do better than watching the oldest boys go fishing. I guess you could call the little watercraft they used 'log canoes' but not really.They weren't dugouts but they. I can be very patient with you on this, Scott; but I will not allow you to stay here and be a wet blanket on everything and everyone that comes around," she said, "you'll have to shack up somewhere else until you get your head on straight." I almost laughed, but not quite, not yet."Let me get this straight. One: you plan to continue fucking him whether I like it or not because I'm boring? Two: you're kicking me out—if you can—if I do not agree to like it? That about the size of things?" I. . finger my pussy... Make me cum!"He grunted as a stiff finger buried itself between his cheeks and he thrust harder into Jimmy's mouth, wondering how it would feel to take something longer, thicker, inside him. Another finger pushed rudely up his arse, making him tremble and groan in desire. The thought of being fucked senseless brought him swiftly to the boil, groaning in ecstasy as the spunk burst from his swollen balls.Jimmy took it all, expertly rolling his tongue around the spurting head. He had been poked and prodded, measured, weighed and bled; again and again for three weeks. Every day, after lunch, the nurse and a physical therapist would bring him crutches and encourage him to move around. He couldn't leave the medical bay, but they had him stumping up and down the passageway. During the rest of the day, he sat, and waited.The staff provided him with a book reader and access to the ship's library, but only the entertainment files, and they even provided him with a holo.