In the weeks that followed, Fenn began to ask many other men of the Wyr Mountains, “Oh friend, Oh friend, what do you see?” And each of them, no m...tter the man, could not help but be drawn to Fenn. They made love with him, and then, if Fenn thought as much, they made love to each other. Fenn spent his days and nights being adored by the village men, and yet, the women were unaffected. He laid in the bed of the red-headed water fetcher, the long and thin bard, the short and thick priest, the. They all stroked them. Each head glistened with pre cum.Amy walked around the girls surveying them.She admired how small Laura was. Laura could be picked up and doubled easily by two of the men. She was so light and small, but her body was tight. She looked innocent, just hanging there waiting to get the crap fucked right out of her. Her shorts open, slutty looking. Her hair dripping sweat and covering her face. Her head drooped down. Little runners and white socks still remained on her. He was the last person to get on the bus, as everyone else was already on. He told me later that because he had travelled this route by bus so many times, the bus drivers knew him and so he had asked the driver, whom he had met at the restaurant to wait for him while he bought the hamburgers. We ate on the bus and chatted for a while. I realized that quite a few people had gotten off at the last stop. The seat across from us, previously occupied by the old man, was now empty. Also the seats. This time though, it seemed as if he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted. Half a bottle of wine down to numb his sorrows, he heard a knock on the door. Who else could it have been?He spoke as he opened the door, “I’m leaving in eight hours.”Without a word, she walked in to the suite. It was almost bigger than her house was. She stood in the corridor, looking around at the piano, the huge TV, and the king size bed that Jake had slept in last night.As he stood.