Brodie was also sitting up with a book in his lap, reading, when I entered his room with only a cast on his arm to show that anything at all had happe...ed.Once we had said our greetings he told me how his so called heart attack had happened working out in the barn repairing one of the machines. The heart attack he said was mild but when it had happened he had been climbing up on the machine when he had a pain in his left arm that caused him to lose his grip and he had fallen, again on his left. Just take it when you like. Okay??"I added, "But fuck this pussy lo o o o o ng."He reached for the Stud 100 can. I took it and pulled his foreskin back and applied it. He reached out for the hair band I had brought and he then took it over two rounds and put it on his cock. Then he rolled the band back to the base of the cock.I could see, now he had put on a home made cock ring to prolong his erection and delay his ejaculation.Mintu sad, "Fucking the same way is no fun. Get up. Sit on my lap,". The chief jerk tormenting poor Hassam was Wally Fuller, or WalMart as he was known because of his size. Six-foot-two, 220 lbs., he was easily the most formidable-looking student at Brooksville High, but fortunately, not the brightest. This day he was in his usual uniform of short, blond hair, blue jeans, Nikes and a red-and-black varsity jacket.The group of football players were having so much fun they hardly noticed our arrival."Say, Fuller," I said, as I stood about five feet away from him.. “Hotene, stop it. What are you trying to do?”Glaring at me, she finally lowered her leg. “It’s refusing to make what I want.”“What’s that?”“A sword.” The words were swift and unconscious, completely without guile. My jaw dropped.“A sword,” I repeated dumbly, before shaking my head. “Daughter, Ship won’t make weapons. Not of any kind. You know that.”An angry blush prickled Hotene’s cheeks. “But I only wanted to –”“I’m sure you had good intentions,” I added, trying to forestall an explosion. “But.