I don't do it for gratitude. I don't do it for any kind of reward." Then why?" Because I can. It's as simple as that. I believe in doing what you can ...o help. I can, so I do. That's all. I don't want publicity. I certainly don't want fame. I learned very early on that the only thing I can get from doing this that is of any value to me at all is the knowledge that I did what I could. So save the thanks. I don't want to seem rude, but you don't need to thank me for doing what I must do if I'm. There was not too much activity in the village either. Barrels of Mead had been drunk last night and there were even a few souls sleeping on the beach including a couple of naked girls. I took a leak at the end of the beach and walked back into the village square, meeting a couple of the shopkeepers who were opening up after the night of revelry.The baker and butcher offered me a free breakfast pastry after I helped him get his shop ready and the tailor was eager to sell me a 'more suitable'. Brenda in turn slid her hands under his shirt to rub his soft belly and play with his chubby boy tits. She gasped as he bravely put his mouth on her left nipple and began to suckle. Pulling his head closer she slid her hands down his back to his round butt, massaging his fleshy ass. Brenda felt a lust like never before in her life for this boy, not a man but a boy, and she wanted him! Pulling back she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down along with his cotton briefs. She was only. There’s nothing important tonight but me and you.”“For a guy who doesn’t like to talk, you sure do have a way with words.”She reclined on the couch and he got down between her legs, pulling her skirt up and finding she was wearing nothing down there either. He pressed his mouth against her but she hissed and pushed him back. “Don’t be in such a hurry. Go slow, like this.” He chastised himself and followed her instructions, kissing first, then licking, and then, as the sharp taste of wetness.