I felt comfortable enough with him to trade pictures and ask whether he'd be interested in having me over sometime.To my queazy relief, a date was set...that promised to sate some of the fantasies I've written about.It was an early evening on the agreed day when his front door opened. He was wearing a leather vest, boots, and chap pants that unashamedly exposed his flaccid, shaved cock. My heart was pounding as I stepped inside. There was no introduction or small-talk, he just began to circle. Beyond that, were some twisting turns through the woods. If I wanted to take one of them, that first hairpin turn was a good spot. It was near the truck, where the brush is thick. After you get them off into that part, man alive, do you have privacy.I’d needed the privacy that those thick woods would give me! The first bitch came bounding down the trail, huffing, and puffing, dense disgusting layers of fat jiggling, like some alien gelatinous life form. Sweat rolled off her face, her spandex. "I would not have left before saying goodbye," Aaron smiled while grasping his forearm."Oh, I know that," Caleb laughed. "I figured to meet you half way. You be careful and mind your lessons. Basic sword forms have saved many a Master. I will keep an eye on the Duke and Micah, and Isabelle too, I think." Thank you, Master Caleb," Aaron replied. "Keep your own self safe too. I do not want to be dropping everything to pull your arse out of some fire." Do not worry none about me," Caleb laughed.. My aunt told me stories that had been passed down through mutual friends in their circle, some of which had fucked Sandra without Elias suspecting a thing.That all changed when he found out through an old friend that Jr might not be his biological son. Elias was not convinced this was true, so his friend and my uncle sat down and told him the truth about his wife.He couldn't handle the truth when he heard it and had to ask her for himself. When he did ask, she denied it at first until he.