George never was much for schooling as it never seemed that important on the farm, but he was good with his hands. He could fashion a wagon wheel or a...barrel, set a stone wall or make a pair of boots. Yet his favorite skill was at a forge with hammer and tongs in his hands. The iron seemed to know what he wanted of it and tried its best to please him. He had fashioned his own knife, fire-striker, belt-axe, spoon and shovel. He was satisfied that they were of top quality. When the skin was. With one last push he was deep inside of me, I felt so full and I yelped and bit down on my hand. He started at a slow pace, getting his rhythm right. With each thrust I moaned in pleasure and breathed heavily. He dug his fingers into my hips harder as he began to pick up the pace and thrusted into me with all the force his muscley body. I bucked my hips up so he could go deeper inside of me, It was the most unbelievable feeling I had ever witnessed. “Ohhh…fuck!” I whimpered as he continued to. He peeled the outfit out, stached it in a cabinet of some sort, and headed out with a wave as he left. I looked at Goofy’s head and started chuckling to myself. In another minute I was enjoying the party as Jack aka, Goofy. It was as if I was Jack. I tried to act and walk likes him. I was getting into it.I strolled into the kitchen and saw Linda preparing some snacks.“Jack, take these into the dining room, would you?” asked Linda. She was dressed as a witch, only wore a short skirt and a low. V.V. hadn't answered, merely reminding him of Cyrus. Andrew didn't need to know what the disaster was. By using the geass to pursue his self-interest, he'd avert the crisis even without intending to.Andrew had been dubious but was cognizant of the fact that he was talking to the head of a special forces unit. It wasn't his place to question, especially given how powerful V.V. had already proven to be. If V.V. wanted Andrew to use his power for his own benefit, then Andrew wasn't going to.