The following afternoon was pretty hot so Romey and I had agreed thatwe'd just hang out by the pool for the first time. The doorbell rang alittle afte... one o'clock and when I answered the door, sure enough, itwas Romey - looking a little nervous. When I met him at the door I hadbeen wearing just a pair of my baggy shorts and a loose workout top - Ihad stopped wearing the G-strings several weeks ago - like, there was solittle "down there" to cover up now that I didn't see any reason to try -and. She was now living on the second floor of the Bighorn with the other sporting ladies who worked for Mrs. Chambers.And, Willowdean seemed quite pleased with the arrangement. She still played the organ every night, but now went upstairs whenever a gent paid Rosie or Rebecca for the pleasure of her company.North Platte had stopped frequenting the Bighorn once his wife became the organ player. And he certainly wouldn’t go in there now. But, Little River was a small, gossipy town, like most places I. His name was Flavious, a young warrior who had yet to experience the taste of battle, yet possessed sharp eyes and a keen wit. He also served as their interpreter, and was fluent in sixteen languages and dialects. The young scout moved slowly on his horse, his eyes constantly scanning the scenery around him, and searching his gut for any signs of danger. Then he stopped. The inside of the canyon was strangely quiet, not even a single bird to announce his presence. Flavious could not tell how or. I followed down his thick hairy arms past his lightly hairy torso. Finally, my eyes stopped at his crotch. I couldn't help staring because his trail of hair led straight to his towel. When my eyes fell in Thomas's lap, his hand moved there as well. He grabbed his crotch. "You like what you see?" I could feel myself turn bright red. "I know you've been looking at it all night," the guy continued. His hand started to tug at his large cock. "What? No I haven't," I tried to say while still.