“What’s so funny?” I finally asked.“One of the women said you should be named Strong Spear,” she chuckled as she whispered. “A second one ...isagreed and said you should be named Long Spear. You should go in there and give them your Long Spear,” she chuckled.“In front of everyone else?” I gasped.“They will pretend to protest, but they will be pleased,” she assured me.Slipping between two of the draped buffalo skins, I stepped inside the covered area. I’d heard the comments but didn’t understand. First of all, let me thank you for your heavy response to my last few stories. Also please don’t ping me with your plots to write a story on it. That will no longer be entertained.Coming to the story. It was a Saturday night and we were returning from a pub in Park Street. Park Street is the usual chill place for people in Kolkata and hence is crowded on weekends. It was around 9-10 pm. I booked cabs as I was the only one in my group who wasn’t drunk.After waiting for a long time, due to high. It’s a great opportunity, they don’t come along every day. I have to take the job. It means more money, more exposure, perhaps even lead to a head coaching job one day.” he explained.“I understand Dad.” I replied, “Are we going to have to move?”“Not this year Brian. I want you to finish out next season here. I will commute whenever I can next year. After you graduate, Ashley and I will find a home up there, you will go off to college.” he answered.He went on to tell me that our defensive. Lizzie had taken Samson back into his stall and was brushing his back with some hay as Sarah climbed up the side rails. “Do you remember when I stood on your fence last week Tom, and you couldn’t take your eyes of my panties? You were so embarrassed it was hysterical but now you know you don’t need to be worried and you can have a look anytime without being bothered,” and with that she lifted her skirt and eased her legs apart to reveal her moist pussy to me. “You really are a slut,” giggled.