”The old man rubbed his smooth chin and contemplated that. It was a difficult question for him to answer. Swift Hawk himself didn’t understand it ...ully. Still, he would try to explain it to his son.“Fear,” he said. “Not an invading kind. Not overwhelm type, but fear.”“Fear of what?”“I do not know. Fear of things different. Many whites and Indians have this fear. Hard to put in English word for me.” Swift Hawk dropped the attempt at English, preferring to speak in his own tongue. “White men are. Mostly right now because I have been gone so long, and they want to get to know me again. That is also why I make a good DM. People hang on what I say, and my ability to create a good adventure helps that a lot.”“Yes, I saw that tonight. Mike, he was good, even I could see that. But tonight, it was amazing. You created that, and we all cried at the end, it was so moving. And to know you actually created that, and are going to get paid for it. That also blows my mind. But yes, you were in. She took her hand and gently massaged my balls as she continued sucking. I had no idea what was to come. She continued to suck my cock until there was a knock at the door.*“Keep your dick hard,”* she said while getting up to get the door *“Or you won’t have any fun tonight.”*I can hear voices multiple people coming in and heading down the hallway to the bedroom. The suspense was killing me, what did Mistress Ann have planned? Finally three naked men, Kevin, Brad, and James and a naked woman,. .The cop grunts softly. Then just quiet breathing. His. Mine.We must have stayed like that at least another minute, saying nothing.Nothing. Just the sound of shallow breathing. Just the nighthawks inthe trees beyond the cornfield."Lighten up, on the pedal," he finally says. "Gwan. You're almost home.Just slow down. Don't want to have to pick up the pieces, you getcareless someday."***I live down a one lane road, a mile from the highway. On the way,you'll see mostly woodlots full of trees, what.