A gruff but friendly voice broke the silence. ‘Ye are still here I see! Can ye not see ’tis time for ye to get home? Naidra hath made a special s...pper for ye, and I’ll not have ye destroying her fondness of mind this fine eve. Ye have done more than enough work this day. Come with me now, that we might feast on the fine meats and cheeses she hath slaved the day preparin’!’ ‘But Master Cauthrin, I have still three axe blades that will not be to your liking… ‘ ‘Aye, do ye insult my wife, boy?’. I was pretty pathetic. Not only did I think it, but many others did as well. I was the butt of many jokes, mainly because I was a frail nerd, but also because the guys knew my sisters would come to my rescue. The guys would stuff me into a trash can and sit back and watch my sisters help me out of it, while hoping they would get a flash of cleavage or a panty shot from under the short skirts they wore.Things took a turn for the better around mid-term. Everyone was fretting over the up coming. His eyes on her breasts like stops on an organ and then as her nodded answer to his unspoken question, his fingers slithered over the soft mounds, then the nipples, rubbery nubs that he had only dreamed of, like a blind man reading brail he read the areola, then the nubs, hefted the soft sacs played with the things, sucked on them, nibbled at them and just enjoyed the whole effect. She lay back, her eyes closed, whether with enjoyment or embarrassment, who knows, but for quite a while, time. Marcus started stroking my cock as he continued fingering Dom.“I feel a bit overdressed now,” he said, as he started pulling off his shirt exposing his impressive physique. He was always pretty ripped and age had not changed that.Dom was clearly impressed and started stroking his smooth muscled torso. His bulge through his jeans was now massive and she stroked it hungrily.“Get on your knees baby,” he told her and she quickly obliged. “You too buddy. I know how much you want to share my big cock.