I walked toward his apartment at about 10 o’clock. My heart was just pounding hard. Sort of like it did when I headed back to his house last time. B...t my cock was twitching too, know what was possible this time. I got to the building and headed to the main door. There were mailboxes with numbers and names on them. I saw his. Three. Number three. I checked the main door and it opened. Only two doors inside the main door, numbered one and two. I headed up the stairs and there it was. Three.I. . I'dlove to be able to live in America, you know, after leaving Soixante-Trois..." Really?" Jessica asked. "You wouldn't miss Scotland?" No more than you miss this place most days!" Paige giggled."Jess has always talked about wanting to live in Scotland, actually,"Hayley said, making Jessica wince."Really?" Paige asked with a chuckle. "Why'd you want to live there,there's nothing there!" Well, um," Jessica said. "It's just, you know, I associate 'Scotland'with 'beautiful'..." Aww!" Paige. Soon thehuge pig was fucking him, taking him up the ass. It was very painful and morethan a little humiliating, especially since he could see Amanda and Christinastanding outside the pen, pointing fingers and laughing at him.Amanda and Christina really were having a good time watching him gettingbrutally fucked by the biggest pig in the pen. It was almost as amusing to seethat a line of sorts was forming, boars who wanted a piece of the action. Itwas almost too much. Already Christina?s hands. He had smelled the snow in the air last night, just before he went to bed. The morning air tasted of snow when he rolled out of bed at four thirty and now the promised snow had arrived. He smiled to himself as he walked toward the barn. Snowflakes touching a man's face seemed a personal thing to be enjoyed alone. He snorted as he thought of the looks he would get if he walked into the Buckhorn Bar and announced, "I love to feel snowflakes on my face." No, there were some thoughts best not.