We'll wait for the right time to come to kill you." I hope your men can swim, Carl, because I'm going to sink that beautiful 30 or 35 foot fishing boa.... Listen while I take care of the boat, and then you can try to call your men, Carl. I hope they can swim and they'll be swimming right into my range. Listen carefully."I ranged, aligned, and fired an explosive round right at the water line of the bow. I next put another round into the rear waterline that must have had some effect on the engine. And they make real buffalo jerky and it’s good ... after that, there’s the stop at Kings Canyon.It was a huge cave cut under the bluff by an immense storm centuries ago, according to geologists, anyway. They say that November storms kept cutting away at the sandstone ceiling until it collapsed under the weight of the bluff. There’s huge boulders just offshore. Huge as in house size but from the edge of the cliff they look like dice. Square cut blocks of ice worn granite. Can’t take the old road. He had hairy legs and armpits, but completely a completely smooth chest and stomach. I got hard just thinking about his visit, even though I didnt think I had a shot with him. He was also a quiet kid. I knew he smoked a lot of pot, but he was always quiet around me. College didnt change me much. I was still 6 feet tall with an athletic frame and a very light chub. My dick was 7.5 inches hard, and at age 19 I had a little hair on my chest and belly, but overall smooth. My parents left on friday. He felt a tingling in his dick just looking at that innocent face, those big, cute eyes and those full lips. Kyle was betting that those lips had never been wrapped around a cock, though the kid looked like he sucked it constantly. No matter, Kyle would make sure to put those lips to good use. That ass, too."Turn around," he said, his voice deep, masculine and authoritative. Kyle was a big guy. At 6'4, he was about nine or ten inches taller than Kyle, and the muscles in his legs were about the.