He knew why she was here of course, she wanted something... money probably. It was always money. For others there may be other reasons, but he knew hi... only parent better than she probably wished."God damn I can never get used to the circus around a tour!" Chevy was trying to ease the obvious tension in the limo - unsuccessfully - while Dirk knew that the fat weasel thrived on tour, loving every second of it. Where else would the fat slob like him get a different chick a night - often. Perhaps the stories _were_ true.He turned back. Now a slight figure, wrapped in a thick cape and hood, didstand next to the old man. Thorvald looked, but the other man's featureswere well hidden by the hood. "This one will take your horses to be stabledand fed in my barn," the older man -- Ivar? -- said. The figure held out agloved hand. First Olaf, then Thorvald handed him their reins. Without aword, the boy -- for he was hardly tall enough to be a man -- bowed and ledthe horses away.Thorvald. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective. The next hour or so was very intense sex. Every time one of the guysfilled my cunny with cum, Don would lick me clean. He just plain loved thetaste of cum, mine and theirs. We were all just lying there, recuperatingfrom our sexual activity. I had been thinking that Don's love of cum mightmean he was a little more then just a guy-girl type of lover. Like maybehe might just be into a little guy-guy stuff also but just hadn't doneanything about it. I moved so I could kiss him and took his.