He guessed he would live on, and see what else there was to see until the Fetch came for him for real.He knew the lands and seasons about, and refined...our course accordingly, our path easing by his knowledge. We encountered no other people, the land emptied by the deaths. The direction we took seemed an endless autumn as we went Southward, it seemed, at the exact speed that Winter did, but managing our Easterly drift as well as we were able. At length we came upon the rolling valleys of the. At this point, Kerry’s cock suddenly exploded in spasmodic convulsions and hot juices from the balls began coating his stomach and chest.Yeah, Yeahh!! That’s hot, keep it coming, Shane was gasping as he spoke these words. He had moved away from Kerry’s face, who was not very happy because of losing the super sized ass off his face but glad he was getting enough air to breath.Shane quickly was bending over the man’s face, aiming his angry looking extra large and fat dong at his lips. In next. The floor of the large hut was covered with pelts from various local fauna."Haw Haw Missus Tessera, how you being todayish?" he guffawed at me. The Chief always seemed to be in a jovial mood. "Hear me I did that you pleased many of your porters yesterday by suckling on their manhoods very much, correct am I?" he grinned at me. I blushed. I suppose word of my behaviour did circulate rather quickly through the camp, but I had no false modesty about it."Yes, indeed you are correct, Chief!Kung, I. I remember soft lips on mine, a grasping hand inside my trousers, my back arched against a passage wall as my cock exploded down a hungry woman's throat. I remember tasting only faintly my semen on her breath as opposed to its full bodied texture on my tongue before swallowing. And then I was alone, drunk, disheveled, and unmistakable defiled. I straightened myself up in the men's room. Washed my face. Tucked my shirt. Combed my finger furrowed hair. And made my way, one foot in front of.