’ The two men heard him throw up behind them, ‘Oh shit…he missed the newspaper….better stop as soon as you can…we need to clean up the mess....�� ‘Fuck….the things we do for friends!’ * Misha sat on the rock breathing in deeply as he looked out at the fantastic scenery before him. For miles he could see just pure scenic countryside, with its fields edged with stone walls, streams and lakes, woods and small isolated cottages spread out as far as the eye could see. The air was fresh and clean and his. . " A thousand times.My first hint of arousal gone as I laughed at the metal picture, I gave her a hug, greeted her warmly, and left, shouting to my dad about going out w/ my friends. The afternoon sun was still hot, and I was glad I'd chosen the wife beater. My "Phantom" choked into life, and I sped off down the gravel road.It was now night time, and May was with me, walking through the woods. It was easy to get her to come out, and with the bright moon and my knowledge of the land all around,. "My lord," said a sergeant without looking at him, "they came out of nowhere. Our lookouts didn't even see them coming."The man who spoke had his bow in his hands, string drawn and arrow ready. In fact, every member of the unit which had come into the clearing was standing in a similar pose; one hundred and fifty arrows aimed across the clearing in a posture of surprised aggression. And aimed back the other way were almost three hundred more arrows, and behind those arrows were almost three. Debra milked him into the towel with a businesslike manner. 'There,'she said, cleaning him up, 'that was his last for a year.' Rosstearfully watched as his wife began to apply a lubricant to slip his shrinkingcock into the metal tube and wondered if he should try to protest again butknew it was too late, far too late. He clung to his last hope that this wasall a terrible prank and Debra would say it was a joke, just a bit of funfor his birthday. Thewomen watched with avid interest as his cock.