‘What’s that?’ ‘Book of Doom. What are you working on?’ ‘Almost every queen had several children, multiple human lines. Andre has me locat...ng them all. He got a list of the sorcerers picked off, many of them pretty damn old. He’s working on their lines but he’s not as patient as I am, hence wandering in a Swiss winter.’ ‘Pierre, what would you like to eat?’ I asked and flopped on the couch, eyeing the book warily. Something about it terrified me and I wasn’t ready to open it. ‘I’m thinking. They were lovers, and I would have given much to have been thecause of the look of love she wore so blatantly. I didn't cry, butsomething in me died.They climbed down to the deck and walked towards the moved to the decktogether, Bethany's arm around her waist. Bethany saw me first andstopped to whisper something in Joanne's ear. She nodded and looked up.When she saw me, she tossed me a mild wave. I sighed deeply. This washer choice, I reminded myself. I had my chance and blew it.Bethany greeted. Still, Darren had come back to see me and was still there holding my hands as we talked so maybe after a few drinks I was more lively, more confident. “We sat in the lounge, drank beer and wine and talked for ages. I couldn’t believe how well we were getting on and,” he blushed. “And how much I was beginning to fancy you.” I blushed pink; this was pushing credibility a bit far. For a boy who had bedded most of the school’s hottest girls to fancy a short, plump virgin like me was pushing my. “Strip, and get on your knees.” It felt good to be in command, to have a young male do my bidding. I liked that he left his sneakers and socks on, it made him look smaller in my eyes as he knelt down.“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” I asked him, fiddling with my heavy balls.“No.”Based on the expression kids used these days, I was going to “pop his cherry.” I held myself from cuming at the thought, and instead kneaded his ass, loving the feeling of the smooth skin of his butt cheeks. His.