I'm sure you would like to know what this is all about, right? We let me start about ten years ago. My name is Billy Bob Sherman, Yeah I know who in t...eir right mind names their kids such names, well my parents had a sense of humor, but it was skewed a little. Anyway, I was 22 at the time and was due to graduate from college with highest honors, actually fifth in my class of 984 graduates. When I was tested in high school my IQ was 142. So you say how come I took four years to graduate college. When... “ His voice faded away as he dropped his head.“I understand,” Elva said with a sad smile. “We lost both friends and family to the plague and, of course, we grew sick with it though our children were spared.”“We’ll need to teach you up some, then,” Ardt glanced back at the boy. “If you’re to be a smith – a good smith – you’ll need to read and write and be able to figure numbers.”“I – I – I thought smiths worked with metals?” Yren stuttered.Ardt laughed. “We do. It is the bulk of our. I watched as he then positioned his dick at the entrance to my sisters tight wet arsehole and I watched as he slowly began to force his way into her unwilling hole the term threading a rope through a needle sprung to mind as my sister yelled out in pain as his dick stretched her hole beyond its limits, "My God this ass is tight!" he yelled as he grabbed her by the hips to stop her diving forward, pulling her back as he thrust his hips forward, even mom had stopped disturbed by all the screaming. A few weeks ago I would have screwed things up by joking with Jill about making me late. I just told her we needed to get going.She held on to my arm as we drove. A little tighter than normal but not anything like it was last night. I was happy she'd settled down.I pulled up to the drop-off area and put the car in park. Jill pulled me to her and kissed me. I was one of those kisses that make your hands think of exploring."Thank you for putting up with me. And for being there. I'll make it up to.