It stepped into the light. I think it wanted me to see. Like it knew how disturbing seeing it would be to one of us. As though it goaded me — and to...k pleasure in knowing. Even then, in those first moments, my mind, of course, refused to believe what was right there. A veil slid across the empirical and I simply refused to accept the evidence of my own senses. This had to be an elaborate practical joke. The lads in the pub, the boys I worked and drank with had cooked up this scheme. They knew. Butthat wasn't what made it different to the people on this side of theriver. It was more who lived there. Olympia had been the heart of thegiant mill town established there in the 1870's and even with the millgone now, it wasn't that long ago that people who lived on the otherside of it were regularly referred to as lint heads by those who livedon this side of the river because of its past.In a lot of ways Olympia had more character than most of Stafford. Thecity had torn down and rebuilt. Thats when I was kinda feaked when he took his left foot and slid in so far under the stall side that it hit my right foot. He then stuck a couple of fingers in the glory hole. I really didn't know what to do at that point and I figured that it was some kind of signal or something that guys used. I was really nervous and was almost trembling, not knowing how or if I should respond. I took my right foot and ran it along side of his and then I guess that was the clue because I saw him peek in the. She loved it as she then seized Dander by his hair and pushed him downward to shove his face into her gash. She held him there with her muscled thighs squeezing his head as she rocked her hips back and forth.“You, knight, part my cheeks and stick your tongue in my arse crack. I want you to focus on my pleasure, lad. Taste me, boys! Tell me that isn’t every bit as well as salty and sweet as the women like to claim. I could easily grow accustomed to having men lick me below my waist, as I am Yara.