’ ‘You don’t know anything about him.’ ‘You know the sad thing is that beautiful women like you are attracted to these ‘toxic guys’ and...then think all men are horrible after being burnt by these bums.’ ‘And you are one of the good guys, right?’ ‘I don’t know how good I am but my mother taught me how to treat women. She felt it was her duty to teach her sons the proper way to treat and respect women.’ ‘Well if that is true, Mr. Good Guy, then tell your mother thank you from all the women of the. Turning to Katherine and the men who Wesley assumed were playing her brothers, she announced, ‘Everyone, this is my dear friend Wesley Rubens. Wes, this is Katherine, Finley, and my husband, Charles, Stanmore.’ Wes nodded stupidly, ‘Did Sam put you up to this?’ he asked the woman who was pretending to know him. ‘Who? No,’ she shook her head, then leaned in close to whisper, ‘Just play along.’ Charles looked a bit confused, but didn’t say anything about it. By this time he was used to his. As I put my sunglasses on to see through the sun, I looked down and it was my uncle of all people. He'd pulled my shorts far enough down to expose my 8.5 inch young cock. He was totally nude and stroking his small cock under the water as he did this. I wanted to protest, because I wasn't gay, but it felt so good. My uncle was short, chubby, smooth and tan. He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I. ‘It’s foolish to believe that this village will be any different,’ she said. ‘Before long, the slaves will be emboldened or, if not the slaves of this village, the rebels from another. There will then be great slaughter.’ She paused for effect. ‘I’m sure you all believe this is for the good. You’ve been treated unkindly by our tribe and it will afford you no regret to see your masters and mistresses slain. However, I don’t think you should be as complacent of the likelihood of escaping with.