I told him that it felt great and I quickly figured out that if I relaxed my ass, it didn't hurt so much and actually felt awesome.The boat was docked...at an island, where another boat was already docked and I saw 3 more studly men who I assumed were waiting for me. Tommy was a 6-2 blonde haired beach boy, around 25 years old. Tony was a dark Italian k**, maybe 22, about 5-8 with black hair. Frank was older than the rest, he had light hair with tints of grey with a full thick mustache. Bobby was. I was born... Oh, god - this isreally hard. I have a genetic problem, I was born without a womb, avagina, ovaries, any of that."That silenced him. The quiet pressed down on me and I knew I couldn'tleave it there."That's not so bad," he spoke before I could. "I mean, it's not likethat's all of you there is. Like when I saw you that first time I didn'tthink, I bet she's got a good pair of ovaries. It's not like I'd havefallopian tubes at the top of my 'essential criteria' for a. Rebecca shuffled forward allowing Rina some gasps of relief. A little clear pre-cum drizzled down the length. Hands were withdrawn and Mia tapped the pre-cum with her index finger.“Not yet,” she advised. Rina was getting close. Suddenly, the front door burst open and the Genie raced into the living room with a ruby necklace in his fist.“I have it!” laughed the Genie. Mia was unphased, while Rebecca was in a panic and breathing rapidly.“What is going on?” Rebecca gasped.Mia rose up and removed. A Long Time Ago: GroundingKnow who Robert Bly is? Minnesota poet, but also the founder of a men’s spiritual movement that typically involved a bunch of guys running around naked in the woods, drumming, and telling stories. He wrote a book titled Iron John: A Book About Men a few years ago. New Age shit. I’m just new age and pagan enough to have attended a men’s retreat with him once. Hell, I run around naked all the time. And it was great fun. Men together with no women, free to let go of old.