’ ‘Jack, I remind you your father didn’t bath either.’ Jack hid his grin. ‘Yeah, and look where that got him? He couldn’t hold on to a wom...n longer than two weeks after his last bath.’ ‘Your mum stayed around long enough to have you and then stuck around until you turned fifteen before she took off.’ That verbal counter-punch took Jack low and hard. ‘Well my mum was a resilient Kiwi, wasn’t she? Why she married a bath-shy Englishman I’ll never know.’ Digger snorted. ‘I’ve told you a thousand. I've got some pajamas that will be way too big for you but they'll be warm. And I've got plenty of safety pins we can use to at least hold the pants up. Are you OK? I mean, you aren't injured or sick or anything like that, are you?" No Sir, I'm fine." I'm close to 70 years old and my name is Arthur. Save that 'Sir' crap for someone who appreciates it. I'd much rather have some affection, even if it's pretended, than phony respect. After you've known me a while, if you find you respect me, fine.. Daniel was not taking his time now, he viciously pulled and pushed his enormously huge cock head in and out of my sensitively sore, tender butt hole. I was crying passionately from the painful fucking I was receiving and getting no sympathy from any of my three attackers. Charlie would try to stick his harden cock into my hands and get me to jack his cock, I would just hold my hand open and not allow it to close. Bruce would take my other hand and slide it back and forth over his stiff cock. Anansi, the Spider God and Trickster-Hero of the Ashanti People of Africa was there, along with his wife, the goddess Aso and their sons. I was quite pleased to see that Anansi survived the Twilight of the Gods. The world would be sorely lacking without everyone’s favorite practical joker. Nearby, I saw Loki, the God of Malice. He’s from ancient Scandinavia. He died during the war of the gods and Primordials but Lucifer resurrected him and gave him a job as his Chief of Security. I strongly.