He had a small frame but he had tiny muscles beginning to develop on his arms, and his chest, and his stomach. They made him look like a boy lord sh...uld. He had now grown enough so he no longer had the look of a baby but a young boy, his eighth name day had already passed. His milky white skin was flawless, save for a few boyish freckles that dotted his skin here and there. And there between his legs was his manhood, well boyhood he supposed. He was quite small, only 3 inches, nothing. This is not a problem since Scott is at work and her vibrator rabbit is secretly available for these moments. Scott, of course, does not know about the rabbit and Carol is not about to reveal it to him. This loss of communication is why their sex live is, well, ordinary. In addition to Carol's desires, she has acquired some pretty profound fantasies that dwell in the recesses of her head. Scott, on the other hand is not very creative and a bit conservative in the bedroom. This relationship. We piled into my SUV and I cranked up some Halestorm. It took us about forty-five minutes to get to the fairgrounds and even though it was still early the place was packed with people. I found a parking spot and we headed for the ticket booth. Once we paid for our tickets and stepped through the gate we were in the 1500s. The facade of the stands was rough wood, and everyone was wearing brightly colored costumes decked out with fake weaponry. The people in the stands were selling everything you. I'm starting to think something else is going on. I need to think a while. I'm going over to the bar."Jen started to follow me but I held up my hand to stop her and shook my head no. She slowly, reluctantly left. As soon as I was sure she was gone, I walked into the hotel lobby and began making phone calls. I was afraid. If what I was beginning to suspect was going on really was, I could call the wrong person and tip my hand but I had to trust someone. Who should that be?After much soul.