They were being cautious, but did not have the look of raiders. He had kept the assault rifle with him while working around the site, so he unslung th...is and walked out to see what they wanted.“Are you the one that set up the beacon?” the one in front, Juan could tell from the voice that it was a guy, the light having gotten dim as evening came on.“Yes I did. Are you interested in settling in here?” Juan kept his voice neutral.“That depends. Why are you asking for settlers?” the second one had. Weaving is the trade of the Cloth Maker and not of the Charioteer. It sendeth thy road mates into frenzies, ditch or pasture and they will loveth thee not. Remember that most of thy road mates are not of the same knowledge as thee.7.Thou shalt dim thine lamps when approaching others.The lamps on thy Chariot are of many candles and should thou blind the eyes of the oncoming they wilt not perceive the direction of the way and thou may be charged with a force of a heard of wild stampeding. And she had deliberately picked this booth so as not to draw too much unwanted attention. But now she wanted to be seen.Choosing a path that took her past his table, she sashayed to the bar. Sal was waiting. "I could've brought you one, honey," she said, putting the glass of wine down in front of her. "But then he wouldn't have seen you, would he?" and she winked."Is he looking?" Is the Pope Catholic?" Good." She picked up her glass."Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Sal grinned.She. Top first, I play with my nipples which harden quickly. I imagine what they’d be like as large breasts bouncing away as I ride a thick hard cock. My own cock is already hardening at the prospect. Next I undo my pants, dropping them to my ankles. My hard meat protrudes out aching at what is to come. At 7.5” uncut I carry my own although I always hope my lover is bigger. I never bother to tuck or to hide it, anyone who is with me knows who I am and what I have. I encourage my lovers to enjoy all.