The same was true of his spear; it was crude but well made.His compatriot on my right was garbed in the same fashion, with the same tools. It was the ...features that were different. Where the man on the left had light brown hair, the man on the right had dark brown. The man on the left had angular features, while his companion at the fire was chubbier. He also looked a fair bit older by comparison.The other side and muttered, “We do not have all night, boy, so sit your arse down and be quick. "On the table, Mister. I had to do it, so can you!" Mary said. Fred kicked off his shorts and hopped up on the table. Wearing only a T-shirt, he danced around on the table. His dick jiggled in the breeze. He slowly, and in a more humorous then seductive manner, worked his shirt over his head, and was dancing naked on the table with his cock bouncing about eye level.Mary seemed to be enjoying herself. She stood at the edge of the table and giggled, hooted, hollered and applauded Fred's antics.. I looked at her legs and felt a stirring in my body but saw the damp spot under her face where her tears had wound up. I felt a lump in my throat and quietly backed out. I wrote her a note: Annie – thanks for everything – you were just what I needed last night. If it’s okay, I want to call on you when I get it all figured out with Dottie. I gotta git back to the ranch and make sure the hands are gettin’ the chores done. I’ll come over later so we can pick up your truck. Bobby. I drove back to. It was a straight back chair so Arnie waited fifteen minutes as she moved one way, then the other and back again in relentless agitation until he switched on the light. ‘What is it?’ ‘I’m worried about you,’ Arnie said smoothly. ‘You’re not doing very well over there. Come over her with me, it’s important that you have a good sleep.’ Arnie didn’t explain why that was important and it didn’t occur to Jazz to ask. She would have been thinking ‘He’s in the nude!’ ‘Yes, bunk down beside me but go.