"Your stupid horse got Braye pregnate!" He stood up and walked over to her, he was half a head taller than her but she didn't back off, still fuming."...hat makes you think it was my horse?" he said scarily calm."Because your horse is the only male here!" she held up her hands and gestured around."Well haven't we gotten a little paranoid" the boy said, raising his voice a little."Your better keep your animal of a horse away from mine!" She said, pursing her lips."Well maybe if your horse didn't. *** I am sitting alone in the doorway of a small hut, looking out into the rain. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thrashing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming. "Good, Good, take off my briefs and see your prize that awaits"he saidI lifts himself up as I pull his briefs down slowly, I see his pubic hair that is well trimmed, then the base of his cock, then his whole cock is out. I pull his boxers so they are down by his feet. I hesitate to grab his cock."Don't be afraid it wont bite" he saidI grabbed it with my left hand and started to stroke it slowly. As I was stroking it I leaned in a little and licked the tip which tasted kinda salty. I licked all. She could just picture him now: his tall slender figure, dark milk chocolate complexion, short curly brown hair, hazel eyes, pointed nose, rosy lips and masculine hands. So much that she couldn’t even contain herself. Ana bit into another Hershey bar as she thought of meeting her love once again, but thinking about it, had she really been naïve? Waiting 9 years for one guy who had probably moved on, he probably didn’t even look the same or even half as handsome. What if he grew a ‘pot belly’?.