.." he said."Wait!" Tim trotted over to the bushes, fiddled with something, and suddenly strings of Christmas lights blinked on, adding white twinkles...to the warm spring evening."Oh!" Ken said in wonder. "They're beautiful!" Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?" Tim reached out and held both of Ken's hands in his."I..." thrown off stride, Ken took a second to gather his thoughts. "It's just that ... I mean..." Tim's hands felt wonderfully soft and warm, Ken realized."That you were born a. He penetrated me and slowly with each stroke penetrated deeper as I screamed with each stroke. His rhythm increased. I relaxed and produced so much lubrication I offered no more resistance. No man has ever been so deep inside me and I moaned in pleasure as me pounded me like a well oiled machine. I was yet to fell the full force of his power as he lifted me again and laid me on the floor my legs thrown back and now his full mass was on top of me as he began to pound me mercilessly.My insides. There was much more friction that came with the greater cultural disparity. Other than the fifty or so Europeans, the rest were seriously undereducated. What they did know, was how to kill one another, and even here, they were not all educated to the same degree.Disease was very common from malaria to Aids. When told of their cure most denied even having the disease. Some of the old hands came back from the moon, and had to use their superior strength and speed to knock some sense into them. It. ‘I lost my daughter years ago, and I won’t let you take Annie from me, too.’ Reid held up both hands. ‘Mrs. Shaw, I’m not saying I would take her. I understand you and the Reverend have taken care of her since she was a baby. But if she’s my daughter, I have a right to know her.’ He lowered his hands, ran the right one through his hair. ‘Look, the chances she’s mine aren’t good. The last test proved she wasn’t, and this one might not change that result, but I need to know, and Annie needs to.