If a beerbellied idiot tried to stand up for his moron of a bully ... well, daddy left more than one bar fight the winner."He hugged with his whole bo...y and mind, you knew you were the only thing in his mind when he hugged. He could make anything better. The only person who gave, ... gives better hugs is you. Why can't I hate you? I'm trying." She gave a tiny sob and snuggled in closer."He was born in 1925. Berlin. His parents were upper middle class. Both engineers, my grandfather, a designer. The African lady pulled me onto the sofa and sat me down putting one of her hands on my crotch. The other two guys too took seats and we all watched the couple on the floor dancing slowly in a tight embrace and in sexual heat. My wife was grinding her crotch against the bulge of his dick. Her head was buried in his chest as he pressed her body against his. Then, slowly, he caressed his hand down the side of her hips and up her mini skirt between her thighs. She began to whimper as he rubbed her. ” She said as she was leaving.Being alone again gave me the opportunity to give my cock a rest, read a book and think things over, but after about an hour and a half my eyes felt heavy and I must have been interested to study the insides of my eyelids for a while.I must have dozed off for quite a long time; the sun was at a complete different place than when I started to relax and reading my book. I kept my eyes closed in order to concentrate on my thoughts when I felt someone was looking at. . He cast the thought from his mind and turned to more constructive things. He had sent the two Morgai and a handful of Mor’tirith to scout out Amindaer Fortress to the south. If it was as impenetrable as Morin seemed to think, then he wanted to know as much about it as he could. They should be back anytime, now; it had been two days.Thunder rumbled outside, booming across the plains and heralding yet another storm. They had been frequent, in the last several days, bringing howling winds and.