One particular Viking stood out from the rest. He was bigger and broader, his wild blond hair whipping around in the breeze; some of it plastered to h...s forehead due to the sweat there. His eyes were the eyes of a berserker and he was laying about himself left and right with a double-headed axe. His gaze fixed on Gabrain and the young King shivered with the intensity of it.With two bounds the Dane was up the steps and heading directly at Gabrain. Gabrain raised his pistol once more and pulled. When I heard it, something in me snapped and I lost the little control over my impulses and mounted Mrs. Swanson. I entered her on my first attempt and started to pound her mound like a caveman. She grunted with pleasure as I pushed myself deeper inside of her. The load I spent inside of her felt like the largest I had ever shot. I collapsed on to the floor and nearly fell asleep. However, Mrs. Swanson would not let me as she slid down the desk and pulled me close to her chest. She was sweaty. Ek raat who mere ghar padhne aaya, us raat kafi garami thi to main ne ek bahut he patli banyan pahan rakhi thi jis me se pura badan dikhta tha aur payjama, mera dost ghar main aaya mummy TV dekh rahi thi aur main mere room main padh raha that, to who seedha mare room me aaya usne kabhi mera khula badan nahi dekha tha aur banyan patli hone ke karan mera pura badan dikh raha thaWho thodi der tak mere badan ko ghoorta raha, maine us se pucha kya hua, to who bola aaj bahut sexy lag raha hai, aab. The breeze feels nice. There’s palm trees, but no sand. Picnic tables. Firepit.”I respond coldly, “It’s concrete and crumbling masonry with heavily overgrown, weed laden grass and some oddly shaped trees.”“Oh yeah,” he interrupts, “They are a little funny, aren’t they?”I ignore his moronic words quite easily, and continue sharing my feelings “The cracked, gray tops and seats of those picnic tables have deteriorating rusty nails sticking out of them at all angles. They have steel supports.