All he wanted from it was his towel and the book he was reading ... and also his wallet so he could get something to eat from the Resort’s snack-bar...Tom patted his head and muttered the words, “Espece d’idiot!” He then looked in through the car window only to discover that his things were not in there anyway.“Good ol’ mom!” Tom muttered again to himself. His mother had obviously thought ahead and taken his things with her when she went with dad to wherever they were right now. Tom lifted his. In the heat of the battle Tom saw Orleck riding down on a young spearmen. The lad could not have been more than sixteen or seventeen, but Tom saw him standing bravely with his shield and spear ready. As Orleck raised his sword to cut this young man down Tom shot him in the side. He saw a complete look of surprise as the arrow penetrated his armour and pain radiated throughout his body. The lad parried Orleck's blow with his shield and thrust his spear into the dying man. With Orleck's death the. He had salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes but what interested me most was what he was rubbing through his pants.My face was perfectly positioned at the level of his crotch so I was excited to have a front row seat as he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Slowly he pulled the zipper down as my pulse increased. I always love this part, the actual reveal of the object of my lust. His growing package pushed out against the white cotton of his Calvins and finally burst out as he pulled. We passed by a gas station on the way home. I noticed Gas prices were going up again. I made a note to fill up the cruiser and my gas can before they got any higher.The motors on our bikes were about the size of a weed eater, but were of much better quality. They required a 50:1 mix of gas and oil. Fortunately they packaged oil in the right size bottle for one gallon cans of gas. I had a two and a half gallon tank and a one gallon tank. When I got down to less than half the big can, I.