He hated the fisherman, he was old and smelly, and he wasn’t a nice person behind closed doors. He only pretended to be a simple, god fearing fisherman in public and whenever Julie was there, but Enoch had seen his true colors, and as a result, dreaded returning home. Walking along the path back home, Enoch stopped as he passed a lake and stopped for a second to watch the serene waters glimmering under the moonlight. It was peaceful. He took out the liquorice he had put away in his pocket and began eating it. Enoch didn’t like it when Julie went out because that meant it’d just be him and Hamden in the house, and he’d then make Enoch do these disgusting things to please him. He had said that Enoch had to do it, as a way of repaying him for saving them from the war and starvation back home. But if Enoch had casting to choose, he’d surely rather return back home to his mother than pleasure that old pervert, even if it meant he’d not see his friends here anymore. Of course, at this age Enoch already knew about sex and had the basic idea of what went on during intercourse, and also knew that some people were more audition interested in the same gender, or were flexible with their interests. It was something he and his friends joked and talked about in school. He still had many questions however, and was a little confused about the way his body was changing, and being forced to pleasure Hamden only made him all the more confused. Sighing, Enoch finished the remaining roll of liquorice. He hated it here. Even with all his new friends in school and the nice townspeople, Enoch just wanted to return home. There seemed to be nothing that could make him happy, he was homesick and miserable, and he longed for his mother and old friends. Many nights, Enoch would dream of running away teen and hitchhiking all the way back home, but of course the boy was not naive enough to actually try it. Bandits roamed the lands because of the poverty caused by war, and Enoch was sure that he’d just end up getting snatched up by them. Getting on his feet, Enoch decided that he had stayed out as long as he possibly could, and that it was finally time to return home. The boy returned to the path and walked the remainder of his way home trying to balance only on the side of the path. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Where the bloody hell have you been?” Enoch had barely closed the door behind him when he found Hamden waiting for him at amateur the door, annoyed. “You said Father Dresden would be sick today!” “H-He was.” Enoch stammered. God he just loved it when the boy got nervous. He was just adorable. “It’s just that we were kept back a little bit, and-” “No excuses boy!” Hamden bellowed. “It’s already almost the time you’d get back home on a regular school day! You know I don’t like it when children lie to me.” Hamden abruptly lashed out at Enoch, causing the anxious child to flinch, and grabbed him roughly around the back of anal the neck, dragging him further into the house. The old fisherman had been drinking, and he was not in the mood to wait. Drinking had been a habit he picked up in his earlier days as a soldier, and he had carried it on with him through his entire life, often drinking in the evening when Julie would be out with her friends so that she wouldn’t see him and ruin his pristine reputation in town. “Ah, look.” Hamden smirked as they passed the kitchen. “My dutiful wife, cooking up some dinner for us.” He shook the boy roughly. “Maybe we can have some dinner after this, huh?” Eliza was just a year younger than Hamden, but she was now in her fifties, old and unattractive. Her body was thin and every time he fucked her, it felt like Hamden was shagging a bag of bones. It just wouldn’t do anymore. He smirked at her as she watched him pull the young boy away into his bedroom. “Okay, Enoch.” Hamden said as he sat the young boy down on his bed. My breasts jiggled, her hand squeezing my left tit. Wow.” He winked at Logan, half encouraging, half teasing. Her hands glided easily over her frame, as did the razor. I am doing a good job, yes? I had a vision of the two perfectly shaped spheres of her cheeks, and the red string that snaked down between them, before she whipped the dressing gown back. Most sensitive, though, was her skin. Her juices flooded out of her amateur pussy. One night after we’d eaten he got me to wear my full Magaluf slave girl outfit, with his extras. “Anyway, have you got any better ideas then?” he asked You will not come home during this spiritual growth. He also availed himself of a new set of clothes, appropriate to a western casting city man audition for his appearance before her. I stopped for a moment and said “I’ll stop when you are off the phone, but not a second before. Yes you are but you are different, I grew up with you and I know you. Can I think about it for a while?” A few short moments later they both sat anal still, spent and sated, for the moment. Wendy was more than a little curious about sex. That's no good for a male porn star, teen you know," Karl said. She instead squeezed. “What’s your name?” Julie asked. She was physically much smaller than I, and if she could take it, and enjoy it, so could I. Another girlfriend, I remembered, that I introduced to giving me blow jobs AND getting herself ass fucked loved taking me into her ass so much, that I once asked her if I was ever going to get in her pussy again. Thankfully, Julia decided she wanted a little revenge for this morning, and now I felt absolutely splendid, if not a little sore between the legs. He knew she was confused and that he had stirred her fires. My knee was as high as my breasts now and my pussy was wide open for her. Being raped by Jamil and James again would be awful, but I could take it if it meant leaving my life intact. Now you're off kissing every woman in the building.