The pain was beginning to sting badly. I decided to lie down and crash. Although my hands were burning, I stripped down and went to bed. As I lay o... my back I saw my dick growing. It needed attention. Although my hands were stinging I was able to start jacking off. I though of the nights I was with those women natives and how good they treated my dick. I could feel a strong climax building and I started thinking of those gals sucking and fucking my dick. I spurted all over my stomach. When she came out, she made a small salad while she waited for the dinner to finish cooking. She made a mental note to pick up a bottle or two of wine, or possibly one of those four packs of individual bottles. It would remind her of the evenings she and Dawn sat around sharing a bottle of wine. When the frozen dinner was done, she removed it from the oven and ate it while watching TV. Since J had not said anything about bringing someone around in the morning, and George had not said anything. “I'm so glad we finally met,” she told me, speaking with a melodic tone. “I've been smelling your purity for weeks. I finally had the courage to come to the forest edge.”“You were afraid?” I had asked in shock. “But...but...” My mind had been filled with tales of dangerous unicorns. I had realized that my parents' stories may not all be true. It was a revelation for a six year old.“I know you're different,” she had smiled. “I'm Willoweyes. My dam named me that because of my eyes.”“They are. Right in the middle of a shift, the gallery owner had come in, inquiring about one of her more unique pieces. Until recently she had only used thick paint for her acrylics, but after taking a class offered at the university she had ventured into introducing metals to the paints. The marriage of the two was successful and had been an immediate hit at the coffee shop. The gallery owner ended up purchasing the only metal piece and had asked for her contact information. Hadley hadn’t expected much.