Despite their rocky start and past history he knew that he was developing feelings for her, had been, in fact, for quite some time. He knew Kate loved...him, and it wasn’t due to any changes he had made to her. He knew form as far back as senior year, prom night to be exact, when she had sobbed and broken down and blurted out her growing feelings. He was going away, perhaps for a month, perhaps longer, and he knew within himself that he was going to miss Kate, miss her company, in bed and out of. Then Aran had come along, and now Sara, which gave Smythe hope for the future of the Order.As Smythe was trudging through the Ironshire town square, with the Iron Fountain decorating the centre, he saw something that made him stop dead. Four people in red-lined yellow cloaks were dismounting their horses in front of the town hall, which lay on the southern side of the square.Didn’t Aran say that the Heralds of Dawn wore cloaks of those colours? What could the Heralds want in. Out of all those schools out there, I chose them. Who am I and why do I think so highly of myself? I’m a six-foot-one, big and tall, jet-black and handsome African-American stud. I am a graduate of Boston College High School, the best private school in Massachusetts. I come from impressive stock. My father, Jonathan Fordman is the Mayor of Brockton, my hometown, and he is also a former member of the Massachusetts House of Representatives. A distinguished Congressman. Before joining the world of. "Sure why not your cock hasnt calmed down since we were in the steam room; just lay on your back and lift up your legs" he said as he opened the condom and began rolling it down his shaft. Nervous I did as he said. "You have to relax or it will hurt ok? he said. Ok i replied. Good now this is going to feel a little cold he said as he lubed up my ass preparing it for penetration.The coldness of his lubed fingers was soon replaced by the head of his cock at my asshole. Remember, I said to relax..