’ Ragnar stroked his young beard, blacker than the ash of the forge he worked, barely longer than Erik’s own. ‘So little brother, they finally r...ealized that there was a warrior your heart. I have made such things as you are to be outfitted with, For this day I knew would come.’ Ducking his great head so not to hit the mighty oaken beams of the roof, Ragnar walked to a store chest, heavily banded and deep. The Bringer of News stared at the smith, if there was a man taller and broader than. We offered our recorders, which he took and handed to staffers with the request to download them.They invited us to speak with them, the nurse, or the counselor if we wanted to talk about it (or anything else). As deep as I was into my safe place, I did little more than note his words.He told us that she had been their original choice for John's replacement partner, but acknowledged that it would have been a bad idea. In a flat voice, John expressed relief that it had not happened.They asked us. They named me Atwood David Atwood. Dad said no one would forget my name, but he was an important man in this town and everyone called him Mister Atwood. When you say Mister Atwood, people will think you’re referring to my father. So, you may call me Atwood. Makes it simple, doesn’t it?’ He laughed and Gail joined, liking his sense of humor and his comfortable way of talking to someone he did not know. Gail told him of her previous experience, the courses she took, how long she had been. " In due time, Patrick. Listen to your mother, please. I can see you it just wants to breathe a little," she eyed off my massive bulge. With that, I dropped my jeans and brief. My hard-on pointing directly at her to say, "At your service, m'lady"."Good. Now, I have a surprise for you," she grinned, sitting up. This sounded promising. Mom opened the bedside drawer and all I could think about was her pulling out some sex toy. "I want you to cum all over this for me." Jerk off onto something?.