She looked peaceful and she was wearing a very short nighty that showed her sexy legs. I decided at that moment that I wanted to touch her skin so I t...en moved by her bed and knelt down on the floor. My hand was trembling and my cock was standing to attention, my boxers looked like a tent. I touched her leg whislt stroking my dick with my underwear on. As I moved my hand closer to her bum my dick started to pre cum. I wanted her to wake up and see what I was doing but she just lay there fast. Kalila was quite naturally petrified of becoming the wife of a man even crueler than her father. Basheera did not think she could hold off the general much longer.Basheera then related to me that one of the soldiers today had boasted about their gunners shooting down two American warplanes in an area southwest of the farm. The soldier went on to boast that the general still had many other weapons hidden in the desert. The general had absorbed most of the other resistance groups in the area and. ” I was amazed, stunned, in awe that he was so matter of fact ... and very turned on. I remembered aunt Bessie’s attitude about their shagging in the next bedroom, it all seemed so nonchalant. I thought why not.I didn’t realise I was so horny and hard, stripping out of my clothes getting totally naked. Uncle Frank patted the ewe to calm her, but she wasn’t flighty. I hefted my cock stroking it, brought it to the animal’s cunt and then I was sliding my own fat, 18 year old, seven inch cock in. The next day, he makes me work out with weights. On "weights days" I have to alternate a heavy work out with a less heavy work out on the next weights session. The training I am being put through seems to be very carefully thought out. They are not just making me work so I suffer or learn obedience or endurance or something. It seems to me that I am being trained for something but I have no idea what. Perhaps it's just aesthetics, but it is changing me. I don't mind the exercise, because I can.